Dennis

We could have been more open...

We could have lived in light...

...But sometimes keys

That once fit locks

Betray themselves so slight

As years rend

Strength to rust,

And gold to dust...

...I love you,

And it tears

Me up to think

Of how we fell...

...And, was it I

That tripped those wires?...

It strikes a deep blow

To my shell!...

...I wanted so much

For our souls

To vibrate

As we passed each task...

...And of them all,

You were the last

That I had thought

Would burn so low.

There were so many roofs

To scale!...

...Broken glass shards

Made others pale,

But there was wildness

At your back...

You were drawn down...

...Where did you crack?...

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Bunny Villaire