Time, her and our tale

In all my wrongs and rights
I shall write our tales
words — breathe through time,
words that span centuries,
or — go beyond,
where — least in a vortex of matters
I shall find her.
Time — is all wrong
for us now —
once she told — with a sigh
that echoes through time,
swirling around me now,
and today I capture her,
and us — the tale of our time
that tore us apart.
I now write our time,
through time,
a history that lies before us
and after us.

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not enough

Like a withering second
               in a vast timeline
               you existed in my life,
a small portion that wasn’t enough,
             not enough to love you,
             not enough to melt in you,
not enough to paint my empty canvas
with the rainbow you were my love,
not enough to make you mine,
that was never enough
and it will never be.

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when you were made

My sweet love
when you were made –
mountains rose in pride
trees swayed-
branches danced,
dark alleys
invaded by a light from heaven,
fallen leaves murmured,
when the green sang in joy
the loveliest of seasons
             — autumn prayed.
In a dew drop
eternity — you dwelt.
In a small drop of ink
I found you
and then you became my maddening reasons,
you became my fate.

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She was…

She was —
utterly obsessed with the world,
always amazed and dragged towards
what she perceived.
Only —
she lacked the time
to look into his eyes
where she would have found
herself — the world — where,
nothing else or no one
ever mattered for him
Since he had known her.

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