VALE

“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ~ Khalil Gibran

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Slice my core:

Cavernous hole

Where you used to go.

Earthworms

Glow, casting

Shadows of old.

Mould grows

As stale crevices

Yawn.

Move me!

Your pawn

Pretending to be

Queen

On squares

Unseen.

Peel my mind

Like a grape,

I know nothing:

Less than yesterday,

Yesteryear …

Our sphere

Still turns

And burns.

Forget-me-nots

And rosemary

Remind me of

Bitter

Southerlies,

As motherly

Instincts

Recede.

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