One day, one day

One day, one day, into your eyes

she’ll smile like a heavenly bride

at life’s so feeble attempts

at breaking eternal vows.

But not yet dead she cries;

hurt lingers long after the deed

that kills the heart before time

and leaves just the mind to survive.

And mind in its manner and form

makes of love a crippled affair

that wanders the paths of memory

with no earthly place to call home.

And I think on these things;

will one day that bride

smile into your eyes

or will the effect of life’s evilness

and ignorance of the alive

leave just the mind to survive?

Mind without heart like sky without blue,

a vacuum of devil’s delight,

and she lives now in that nothingness

until her ordained demise.

But I, the writer of love’s permanence,

leave on the sidewalk my views and reviews

for the garbage man to collect

because I know, and she knows I know,

love died when you said goodbye!

Hello? 

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(but that’s it – I’m done)