what will matter then,

when at the end of pursue?

day of demise –

death of need?

random as perhaps.

demur as don’t know.

always the same as before.

fitting epitaphs for graves of no longer can be…

why is it you linger here –

long after the sunset of allowed.

all that remains of could –

scattered along the shore of regret.

fragments of perchance

too small to reconnect.

was –

much too torn apart –

to be.

perhaps these words will serve as a prelude to my story
so eager to be told.
I suppose I should continue while in the vault,
but time is not on my side.

I rather hold the words until sufficient focus can be given.
come back tomorrow,
if you will.
just keep in mind truth isn’t always considered universally balanced.
at the end of the day, however,
it is that which unlocks the door to acceptance.

results may vary…

your eyes