Between the colored lines,
the grey shadows emerge
In the silence of night,
the forgotten truth creeps out
for a moment, we had lost count
it is as many as it ever was
it should have been remarkable
yet it slipped the mind
for guilt is not for the shameless
as fear has escaped the soul
no compass nor conscious
a shell of what once was
it was spent in banter
it was spent with no recall
it must been monumental
that it was not
As much as i loved you,
is as much you weren't
it is the simplest truth
yet a lump in the throat
29 June 2012
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