is it the sweetness of a falsified
mem’ry or truly sickly sweet charms?
have i imagined this air, calcified
in stone covered in velvet, moss harms
by covering stone arms, it’s embrace is
swayed and soft, no longer edges roughly
calloused on fine porcelain hands, only his
brush of forest leaks into my heart.
tough to heal until we sway the course of
time. only when we forget do we forgive.
edited mem’ries bring one so much love
that no one finds with life honestly lived.
empathy, sympathy are ceaseless when your blind.
edited memories leave the best behind.