the loss was a slow ache
creeping in like ice fog
after the time for mourning
should have been tolled
a gravedigger clearing dirt
grain by grain
was this heart-
stalling on the burn
proclaimed problem-free to public ears-
cleared like dust
from a smooth pane of promises
lifted like prints
from the scene of a
victimless crime
now the key loses
its lock
trapping that moment,
forever
in this web of
practicality
that we signed.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
the loss was a slow ache
creeping in like ice fog
after the time for mourning
should have been tolled
a gravedigger clearing dirt
grain by grain
was this heart-
stalling on the burn
proclaimed problem-free to public ears-
cleared like dust
from a smooth pane of promises
lifted like prints
from the scene of a
victimless crime
now the key loses
its lock
trapping that moment,
forever
in this web of
practicality
that we signed.
copyright fhw, 2014
