Alone, you came
By harsh daylight: too much.
Not powerless to stop me and yet,
Protect my naivety,

Stripped of white flesh
A lamb, trembling, in soot before your feet,
You whisper, “I miss you”
You whisper regret.

I fight a three-sided war,
Against a raging sea- diluvian, ceaseless,
For the retreating tide- the cockles revealed: glimmering, mocking,
Halt the rains: they will not break me.

For my happiness, you say,
For my happiness which you tarnish,
Become anecdote when
you could have become more.

Your words are hollow vessels
For empty thought,
Echoing like sad laughter in a great tunnel.


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