In This Old, Voiceless House

like a villain at last rights,

on death row that very last night,

my heart awaits to be shaken to the core.

Silence. silently comes along the heartbreak

even after all the damage done,

what I wouldn’t give to rewind,

to be who she needed to find.

when scattered in the stampede of footsteps,

I became not enough. how could she abandon me?

I don’t know what to do.

I cry.

lost in the shuffle, swallowed in the grasp of shadows,

every emotion I could not wake when they were needed the most

digesting with difficulty every damned detail

as it unfolded and how did where we just were become so finagled?

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