A LINGERING indecision laid bare…
and morning sighed with me beside
an internal debate flees — asylum
With turmoil between fret and fear
So I decide…
A narrow splinter jiggles in the mind
Like how someone treated me – a wreck;
Love, like us, a barren and somber alter
Without her triptych
And questions remain…
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