His absence knew nothing
-the seasons, the reasons, the treason’s.
He thought himself a trace
of woven memories orbiting out,
locked in their paths.
Safe, she knew not
-the trauma, the drama.
He kept her house of cards
Rooted.
Away
from the burning winds
of his love.
lest I forget
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Thanks a lot! Wonderful words from a young achiever!:)