Friday, February 22, 2013

The shape of the sins she could not excuse

Weary she clings where I dismay
All held to love as love gave way
Where pleasure ceased and embers died
In hearths where hearts had long since strayed
When all our friends had chosen sides
Mem'ries of love and love's labors sustained
Patching our pair where all passion had waned

The road I know I never leave
I only count the miles achieved
And miss the milestones slipping by
Our last day passes unperceived
Our last kiss barely meant implies
The shape of the sins she could not excuse
Anger, neglect, lack of time, and abuse