Lost To Love
Your memory found me wordless,
too mute to carry on
Trapped between old verbs and nouns,
silence for a song
With love a distant haunting,
we mime a tragic vow
What once we had… the good, the bad
—this quietude abounds
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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