That the sun disappeared from my heart’s place
the day you killed our love for your own traces of wounds
days of time sort of stopped floating
regain, spin it as the early part of our journey is carved into a mountain
for you were a liberator in cut body
sprained
released free in an interpretation of your entity
for the loss behind you
Love like the sun behind clouds
waiting through cracked fog
brutally perceptible in your desire to forget.
