Turmoil
Red as a flame heart memory
The honeysuckle keeps our history
You were cool water, and agony
Walk barefooted in you. Solitary
Tree beside the bend of the gate,
The wind that whispers there
I too they said then "too late"
And I ran away in fear. I hear
Them now lipsing languishing words
Turning reasons upside down, just
As the wind a fallen leaf. Trust
Was what we lacked, and I lacked
More. I went not forward nor back
But like a mound at the root
Piled my days up, burried all truth,
Because I could not face alone
Days empty as the dead man's bone.
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