Ash Upon my Table

Would that we could turn back time,
we might last forever,
but as it stands we’re falling now
faster than before

As autumn’s leaf has ceded to the rising
tide of winter
so too my heart’s once merry song has turned to ash
upon my table

leave now, there’s nothing for you here
just another name
endless repetition

like your vanity
endless like my silent

foaming at the mouth
holding on with dearest life
at the prospect of sunrise.


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