Walking into another’s thoughts.
Consoled despair was for naught.
In a moment,
bitter fires grew dim.
Within soon extinguished.
Time’s lapsed words,
fashioned of glass…
Only slipping, sliding,
Desolation of former times,
still lies within.
Saint becomes sinner.
I cannot pray for forgiveness.
Do not feel deserving of penance.
Limbo or lobotomy.
Experiences give insight anew.
Contributing ever-changing points view.
Knocking all our mirrors askew.
I have failed myself.
I failed you.
Helpless to alter this path formed.
We will never again…
Feel our presences!
Simply memories of warmer days.
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