Awayness.
Time-racked hope sickens yet clings to torn veils.
Train whistles awayness by distancing rails.
Faith blurs in acceptance of tear-stung eyes.
Will instinct wing free from hurtful goodbyes ?
Seared straws of comfort clutch loves sinking pyre.
Heart wavers as pain engulfs memory\'s fire.
Come autumn I question why, fences now down,
Romance\'s spent echo still bounces around.