This then
is all
we have now

the fire
of the past
has burnt
itself out
and what's left
is but ashes
on the dismal ground

I know
it was not meant
to be
that I accepted
as destiny

please, I implore
do not ask me
what went before

love's last chapter
had been written
read, amended
re-read- almost
every single word
remembered

remembered
not for joy
nor for gain
but for pain

all that
shall be
is mist
blemished memory

You don't need to believe in God
To believe in yourself

A is for Air / that begins in a breath
In the breadth of such a vision
At seeing true beauty,
In a grip of an asphyxiated inhalation
Caught like a deer...
Stunning beauty takes your breath
A is for Away.