Anticipation

callused thoughts, in
soulful contempt, where
withered trust, lies
about yesterdays

with dark tomorrows, in
tepid dreams at night, fore
boding a glance upon, her
naked eyes.

splintering puzzles, in
mourning’s last, upon
a heart’s crave, that
night never ends.

and memories bare, in
pictures on walls, of
a soul’s new place, born
of forever’s sunrise.

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