Solitude will be my ticket
To meet you some rainy day,
When time has dulled the noisy lusts
And petty loves have passed away.
'Time heals' is but a grave-side joke,
A laughless alien within,
That prods the dying embers in me
Urging me to greater sin.
Cry 'Love', and it will find you there.
The race it brings will stop and start
inside your shattered, hopeless hope
still burning. Acting out the part
You reassign it fresh each day
With every soulborne force enkinned
to move from heart, to mouth, to say
Such words of warmth. All are ruined.
'Moving on', sweet kiss from Death
A sentiment that mocks my breath,
Like ill-twinned names Love made to die,
Fallen in their suicide.
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