in sorrow, I was thinking how you took
me away from the despondency that
suddens the moments of my existence;
how, until you pored over quite a few
gewgaws that amorally left me in
shambles in dark corners within my mind,
I was bound by the links that take back the
promise of hope. I think so much of you
that there is little consummation to
accept that there is a kind of union
beyond that which we can only desire
but not fully achieve in this lifetime.
it is in vain that we had hoped to love,
for I can only maledict myself.