What language of shared understanding
do we use my love
in ending this entangled bedlam that is us?
What ficticious words will render
this severance
barren of accusations and guilt?
Let us take leave now
with our sad remorse and longings
and linger no longer
lest our bloodless wounds fester
and our words churning in bitter bile
spew forth from guts twisted in pain...
never to be retrieved.
Yet in the certainty of end
words matter not
and are as dew drops
falling on a raging fire.
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