She watched framed by oak while he drifted away
rattled glass giving up at the very edges
she's secretly hoping for dumbstruck reprisals
from all the ruin that she was left with
turned on
like cinders catching curtains
obediently burning and wrapping around
all those endless glimmering moments together
all those shiny egg-white million years ago moments
all the fainting silence that looking at still images brings
all the laid out mute sounds whispering through walls
all the never again 's
every endless wandering scattered thought they've ever had
like cold stars flailing in calliope skies
like a snapped kite string
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