The delicate rays of the sun
Hang dead in the air.
Stagnant memories of us
Intertwine
With ashes and dust,
Lying lifeless, impotent
On the dirty, exhausted floor.
My treacherous heart
Aches for you.
It's broken lament
Whimpers and howls
in eternal torment.
But--
My iron, steadfast lips
refuse.
You will never know
what you meant to me.
As our love lies broken,
shattered,
an incompetent mess.
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