Oh Love!
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still All frosty; naught moist nor turgid So cold. So polite. Desolate... I have left her I should be with you Yet we are bereft... It…
Oh Love!
Abandoned caves, desolate tundras Palpitating heart, hacking sobs... Truth; you are always in my heart Truth; is that you could not wait Truth; we can never be what we were…