Amiable
I want to be her memories
That last *** taste
The truth upon the liars lips
The gentle disgrace
Dementia's knowing face
Each tear to nothing
i return
Darkness sheltered in my shadow
She makes me gentle and tender
And so hard to explain
No trickery in her game
The forgiveness of my shame
The guilt that feels no pain
I return
back to black
until you call my name
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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