Love Disowned

As days split off

and drift away,

their dreams remain with me

 

Words as jewels

and treasured pawn,

 whose tickets cancelled—flee

 

The nights adopted

   orphaned suns,

those times you woke and lied

 

My heart left bare

myself to wed,

your wound still deep inside

 

From spells you cast

upon our gift,

and conjured into stone

 

The past is black

all future gone,

and present—love disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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