without light, without words
jealous for the past
falling over mistakes
throwing out memories piece by piece
certain it won't matter
tearing pictures of laughter
bleeding from confusion
I take a few sips of time
as though drinking a certain cure
I take each precious stitch apart
does no one understand the value of this treasure?
what rights do I have left
except that of abandon
to the only one who always sees
past my wounds
across a desert of loneliness
into a shift in perspective
before time and color merged
around a promise of unfailing love
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