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)

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