Hold my tongue

For all the excess

That laid at our feet

At the company

Of our uprising

That began

Our demise.

Life ripped apart the sheets

Left holes in our lives

We were never able to repair.

While you

Sat in comfort

In a worn out chair.


Hold my hand

In the abyss

We have always

Loved in.

The treasure

Has never been

Touching you


But in every

Other possible way..

I have touched you.


The old woman

Lights a torch

Every night

At the same time.

She wears a rag

Over her head

And smiles

When she sees you.


But you and I

Can see her.



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