As the dawning light catches my eyelids,
Fingers walk up my arm;
Hands cover my face to
Evaporate the fragrant streams
That have faded through these facial lines.
It was all for comfort.
The bridging gap between
White lies and narrative is that
We trust each other.
We started off slow,
Forging memories in our minds.
Our hands were seldom tied.
It was all for convenience.
I buried my face in your chest,
Hoping to ignore the truth and
The pain coupled with its presence.
This no longer matters.
We've severed the
Fabric keeping this intact.
We have to let go.
It was all for charity.
Moments ago,
When I made m way through the door,
I turned to face a corrupting fortress
Stroking the balance of
Heartbreak and candor.
It was a beautifully compelling
Choice of solitude.
It was hard to say goodbye.
It was all for contentment.
The actions that withered
Stand corrected as
You build palatial walls around
The place we stand.
Permanent features took root in the grass.
You turn our old house into a warming fire.
The embers are floating like
Golden stars around your royal face.
I will never say goodbye.
It was all for completion.
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