...In a minute, she was gone.

Diving out of context

Just to snag

The promised

Ring...

...What would you then

Have thought of me?...

...What could have been

Your first instinct?...

...In a minute, she was

Gone.

...Like the dying scraps of

Dawn,

There were traces

That she'd left...

Miniscule clues

That were suspect.

I found what looked an

Answer...

...Turned out to be

Manifold!...

...Like a glass mosaic

Model,

I was dazzled by her

Code

Where the pieces

Snapped together

Forming one

Who was so fair...

...In a minute, she was

Gone!...

...Plucked right out of

Naked air...

Gone...

...Forever,

But remembered...

...In the waste bin

Of our hearts

Her face was like a

Beacon

That would

Retrieve us from

The dark.

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2018

Bunny Villaire