Eulogy for what was mine.


I stumble upon these steps,
So far high ,
Falling to perch,
Running away to stay,
With nostalgia that peels rationality away.

They said ,
Time and again,
Falling in ,falling out of love ,
Was a risk I couldn’t take.

With images of my glories,
All hidden away ,
The skeletons in the closet ,
Displayed without shame.

Standing there,
Striped of illusions,
I seek that nothing ,
Not as a barter or a treasure .

Burying what’s mine ,
Never the hopes or dreams,
I dig a hollow in the sky,
To hide ,
My love for you,
That you nonchalantly give away.

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