Tuesday 29 March 2022

Perchance

Often our words are walled
Beyond the walls of a constant absence
That breaches at a sudden presence
Washing away sense in its deluge
Like that other day, when you called
Abrupt, out of turn
I being my absolute epitome of control 
My walls still crumbled, painting me foolish
If then you should judge me
For one interaction post peolonged absence
I have nothing to show, other than loss
And to question my own fortitude 

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