how can you –

undo –

your – me?

remake –

your was?

how do you –

re-become?

ostentatious as – I am,

Pompous as conceit –

we suffocate our – could be;

hold captive in chains – our should…

oh so sad,

don’t you think,

the sound of regret?

footsteps down an empty street –

un-prayed prayers –

and paramount to these,

the deafening silence of is,

surreptitiously diminished to not!