A shape or line,

Set in simplicity,

Devoured in wholeness,

or swallowed in pieces?


A place better left,

Another thought unwound,

A plot that thickens,

Some love unfound.


If truth be told,

I wouldn't replace,

A moment of trust,

or kiss of haste.


I'm sorry i felt,

I'm weary in speech

you laying with her

in a mess of sheets


Don't speak now darling,

I only want silence,

and to remember you only,

Of when we met.

 
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