Love Disowned
As days split off
and drift away,
their dreams remain with me
Words as jewels
and treasured pawn,
whose tickets cancelled—flee
The nights adopted
orphaned suns,
those times you woke and lied
My heart left bare
myself to wed,
your wound still deep inside
From spells you cast
upon our gift,
and conjured into stone
The past is black
all future gone,
and present—love disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
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