whisperingquill

Proximity

The meaning is lost


in a disarrayed whisper

I donate echoes to your silence 


only to die in your respire

no root suspends my rood 


for the ocean I wade in 


is spent from her tears

there is meaning
in the conquest of your
contested neglect

for I have grown accustomed
to kiss the winds reverie 

indifference has always
been my servitude

as the gallows sway
in the waiting sigh

of her fading
acceptance of me.

 

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