Barrier Smears
I never wanted any barriers,
or dark taintings with thick smears,
but all have been close sharers
to work themselves adhered.
So secure was our heart clasp,
I was sure our bond would last.
Joyous years grew me love-secure.
Now days are made of hours
when I completely flounder.
I try to find my bearings which
seemingly collapsed or disappeared.
I miss our ordinary moments,
their simplicity so complete
that I had all the elements
sustaining all I could need.
Time still dwells with you here.
I well recognize your features,
but not your words or actions
that clip my heart like sutures
into fractions of abrasion hurts.
These days allow me nowhere to turn.
I search out cures for your dour form
dragging love down course to burn.
How I long to remedy love concerns
but layers of my ache merely squirm
as I view our love thrashing infirm.
October 12, 2018
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