How do I remember
you, I ask grammarly
between life and death.
You were not very
keen to know,
what I did not say.
What I saw was a
moonshot, restrained by a dig in.
Ultimately I sniffed that,
nobody wins in love.
The bona fides are at stake.
The mob was not a validity,
stranger than real.
Collectively I will gather
the stones to throw on god.
The road warrior was dead.
There was no path.