The lazy topaz flounders  
Beneath the weight of stone,  
throbbing with effort,  
gliding through knots and rites.  
Colors define the occasion,  
while teasels leap in the garden,  
missing the glow.  

Fates fading lines,
platonic lovers never meant to rule the heart.  
A void unearthed, cast away,  
celebrated alone, yet her fists hold strong.  

The chilled glass of wine pours silently,  missing  the clink of  celebration