Aftermath
Beneath the weight of that
Decisive
Moment,
your mind rifles for a memory of me.
... a waltzing illusion
of whispered lashes upon
tear-stained cheeks.
Slippery images of half grins
and muddied promises
left outside the door to find their own way.
I’ve met untempered currents
that dragged you beneath
monochromatic layers
of near death.
I’ve raged against the forces
that checked your wings,
the pale blue of your gaze
adrift on low tide
that missed the shadow of me
loving you.
I hear your voice still, in words
left for me.
Alone.
And I hear time abysmal.
And time rules our worlds.
So I wait.
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