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Haunting this countertop/

Wondering how could all/

This go bad and walk/

Away from us, the patterns caught/

On repetition in my life, absent thought/

A coward's plot/

To brandish false/

Hope and manage slots/

Left over from the branch that rots/

Away, the old adage copped/

As an excuse, wrath of God/

Plant your balk-/

-ing seeds and stand and walk/

Because you are my spectre/

And I'm stressing/

Out over the time left in/

Our dying ending/

The price mentioned/

Was too much, so I write, wept in/

Quiet, bet this/

Life's questions/

Won't answer why settling/

Down defied convention/

My best friend/

You'll soon fly, stretching/

Our hearts like vested/

Lives destined/

To find remnants/

Of each other in every girl or guy messed with/

And getting over you/

Is akin to choking booze/

Down and moping through/

My days, hopeless, nude/

Vulnerable, emotions bruised/

Soaked in blue/

Feelings, morose and gloom/

My heart poured into/

Every poem proof-/

  -read at a bar, alone, enthused/

For nothing but foreboding moves/

Prose is glued/

To my eyelids, the chosen few/

That make the road we rue-/

 -fully walk down not a total slu-/

 -icing off of our former hues/

See me in every errant pen/

That stares and grins/

At you and cherishes/

Your caring lens/

That sees the world and cares and lends/

A cherry red/

Kiss and buries them/

In kindness, I sweared it then/

And now, but marriage went/

The way of our weariness/

Let the ocean's ensnaring winds/

Carry this/

All bleary fits/

Of weeping until my larynx rips/

Itself from my throat, I'm daring it/

Love is a scary den/

To leave, but it's our merriment/



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