There was no light to be seen at dawn’s break
No tenderness left to combat this boldly lingering ache.
I could not see past what was left in my hands:
Invisibility at its best, a yearning I could not shake.
Beneath the secrets ran the lies among polyps of truth,
The breath of ambivalence lost within the soul’s quake.
And where there was loss, there was a bloom of
Banter and peaking curiosity, shielded and opaque.
While my hope-punctured daydreams sifted through,
We collided between fragments and angles of love to make.
