around me
a sad retreat
of departed man

towards you

a sword
I
wield

long hours
in our
rift of sadness
bereft

we stand
affronted

with each word

lingering
resounds
in an air

of despair


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what have we
not touched
nor faltered

in a search for peace

did our hearts ever dwell
in the close mores

almost forgotten?


did we seek out
that path of remembrance
which unfolds


in truth


did we ever depart?