For the one that got away
Lied words in webs lay heady at my feet
those tangled tongues cut deep redeemed by few-
spilt wine emaciates raw wounds- so sweet
culled ache anticipates scarred bones of Yew.
Skeletal caveats whisper in your ear
those haunting echoes stir undead within,
whilst paralised enthralled we turn in fear-
no end to this repose where we begin.
In learning we evolve and saunter on
your remnants mar those things that could have been.
To spread your wings and glide, my blackened swan
forget all horrors that those eyes have seen-
days lost for tears exacerbate hates sting
your winter loss lasts only ’till the Spring.