Aftermath of the Fallen Alter

Taken

this carries a name that bears the sudden conflict of smiles abound and the quiet that never lifted.

when times come that she chooses to cross my mind. she makes me turn away.

But she cannot conceal the fact that nothing remained unchanged after all.

not a ghost in my mind could mirror the encounters of her timeless kind. forces undone all hours i've collected in my hands

and her fantansies engraved at the end of each hour..

when i strike matches to burn the question of whether loss is not always what it seems.

and while i can feel my own heart beating i can only give her what breathing room i always had.

so that as she crosses, i cannot say she really left at all.

but rather brought each borrowed minute with her, and the only bitter cold and sweet sunshine i will ever feel

of her again.