There was crime







There was crime 

in your eyes,
piercing truths gallop
in the air like absolute nonsense.

Your absence, a precise trauma.
There were litanies, erased,

deleted invocations, maps 
of ashstorms 

that still hurt my lungs.
Patience was happy with impatience.

You tried the calm, 
but committed the crime,

in your eyes, your pupils.
You don’t need to explain.

an old adios
never forgotten.

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