Not sure how we got here.
It's not a mystery, but it still hurts.
After all the promises whispered, after
the affection and love,
after my fingers derelict against your body
after all the thoughts we brewed
nothing prepares for forgiveness,
or for everlasting regret,
only remains the scar of
all that remains, all that is left
regret, it's a loaded word,
that erases everything, when it doesn't
because, if you take the pain away,
only beauty remains,
intertwined like flowers and thorns,
in a tattoo.
Leaving is next up,
it was always in the cards.
We’ll never know now, will we,
if it was the final step?
Before returning to the memories,
before espousing other plans,
which will remain unspoken
in the silence of the night,
and all those quirky remembrances,
wrapped around a cloak of pain,
hopefully will remain so, and time
will always remain.
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