Bold formation
of you,
in the ivory.
I’ve been blaming
the one
for this vision.
I’ve lost faith
in the present,
conditioning myself
to see stars
during daylight hours.
I want back
what I’ve known
wouldn’t last,
once your life
was fated
for another haven
than my arms.
Heaven was better
for you,
leaving the Hell
that broke your flesh.
Salvation should be
a warm certainty
for almost everyone.
Am I among those
who are given the key
to such a gate?
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