Awayness.
Time-racked talk sickens yet clings to torn veils
Train whistles awayness with distancing rails.
Faith blurs in acceptance of passion\'s demise.
Migratory instinct knows no compromise.
Hurt trust clutches comfort from memory\'s pyre.
Heart wavers as choice engulfs hope\'s dying fire.
Come autumn I question why fences now down
Summer\'s spent echoes of love still resound.