Bitter almond

 

 

Disarmed your apparition is to me.

Thoughts of you

Do not heat me up,

Only enrage.

Where once goblins of light danced

Gloominess reigns.

The once germinated tree 

Stands leafless and withered

In the winter of our dreams.

 

Your apparition pokes rancour to me.

Stories about words,

I never said,

About actions,

I never committed.

The rift

Of our community

Is conspicuous,

Proceeds.