It swells in echoes of music choral in minor keys
a truth of sorts the clawing of missing someone
gasping for air so slowly it's like normal breathing
heartbeat like horses' hooves useless blood pumps
without another's to accept the outcome
the turning out of a light rendering room to shadows
nothing after this rendering the sideways grief even more poignant
Felt in clutching a fabric scented like coming home
flatfooted fall the branded skin of sharp-felt desire
glaring sun-slighted eyesight it's all halos now
pocket deep the determined flame for safe keeping
a wounded warrior has returned to roost with hope
so pierce again through armor just to have an apple spill you down
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