As days split off
and drift away,
their dreams remain with me

Words as jewels
and treasured pawn,
whose tickets cancelled—flee

The nights adopted
    orphaned suns,
those times you woke and lied

My heart left bare
myself to wed,
your wound still deep inside

From spells you cast
upon our gift,
and conjured into stone

The past is black
all future gone,
and present—love disowned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)