Threads of thought
snagged on my tongue,
unable to utter
even with a mumble
that I was admitting
a failure to remember,
days became clogged arteries
harder the restriction
the more I struggled,
had our love
been so nondescript
or was it so great
I blotted it out

In Solitude

that light blue evaporated,

moisture particles

dried to nothing,

leaden grey replaced

with a burden to

bow shoulders,

oppressive in a way

that coherent thought

is lost,

cast glances to the

mountains ,

no illuminant offerings,

bench on lake shore

offers expansive views

that mean nothing,

as vile twists of

darker serpent has moved

in my heart,

thickening the beat

to a slow thrum