In this anger I have raged
Never to do that again
Burning fuses before the game
Incarcerating myself in guilt and shame
After the change
From hatreds summer to wilting
And falling
Walking back on moments
Trespassed
By impatience
The irony of having fallen further behind
regrets
Funeral home
As they bring you in
Tears will flow eternal
And vague regrets
Will invade our skin
And you will not be there
To tame the itch
Candles will be lit
Tempting us to embrace
The quiet
of your absence
(C) 2016 March
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