Biding my time on a sundown soon set to become a memory
it too, feels the tremors that pass my narrative with a reckoning divide
sinister clouds tell of an honest passage
minor sentences mirror a rectifying shift
disarrayed despair to arresting sights
through her vigilant eyes
I watched the day blossom and decay
and I am swayed
as she sits, nihilistic and calm.
Trembling down, a cascade of abashment
of suggestive angry noises
bitter-most sweetness is all
all that was left behind.
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