Separate

Convalescence empathy removes the grit of wear my thoughts are now encompassing before ~ were just aware! Oh, bide my time in effigy thee once were all I shared, now look away in emptiness with sullen eyes that stare! That saying Faith brings sympathy aloneness brings compare, religious truth seems apathy and nurtures with impair! The grace to ride this seamy sea abridgment rules as care were not the cost of everything love lost in virtues bear! There must be time, repairing, free that wholeness can entail, the grudge, and fate, and angers flee took us beyond avail! No longer was I meant for you no longer you for me, forgiveness was not our affair all else was enmity! There must be time of reckoning just ours ~ just meant to be, that in this grave, unsettled world our future holds esprit! The morning comes ~ the evening's nigh restoring its' degree, still in our heart, we stay apart ~ . . . . . . . . . . . a separationing!