Love, Pt. 3

Again we met,
Ten winters and a silence vow after—
Hardly matter in this place beyond time and space.

My bony hand
caressing your misty face:
The boy I once held most dear,
Now a man—weathered and time-stained.
Same bright eyes and melting smiles
—my downfalls in another timeline.

I loved you, did I not.
Do I still love you—do I know?
So I miss you—then what?
Should I seek your footprints in the barren sands?
You were my bane,
my lachrymose echo, my pain.
Ought I to trust my heart has changed?

© 2018 Cassian Vu


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