When Significance is Lost

February 2016

When Significance is Lost


I'm seeking solace.

As I've found.....

True loves, not for me.

Truth be told, I'm a fool ......who's lost.

Left to my own devices.

Nyctophilia soothes my wiles. 

For I wear it like a cloud.

My emotions are agapē ......And,

I'm floundering in life.

There had been a day, we'd thought, would be our last !

No more, morrows dawns, we'd see.

T'was that moment,our souls did bond.

Hearts turned to stone.

And all else but the day...



Expedient, as is, our demise.

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