By: Gus Victoria
You are my heart
That beats far away,
You are my future
That is no longer,
You are my past
That haunts forever.
Marriage to what once was
Is offensive
To all that will be,
For as you walk
I crawl,
And when you look back
I fall,
Memory’s sweet poison
Is the draught I drink,
Salting the wound
That time would heal
If ever we let it,
That time would yield,
I wonder…
Would we regret it?
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