He wanders a loud
everyone, to see.
His is a pained accord
one he is certain to fear.
Extravagant to think
so much energy lost.
When does the sacrifice
of a life speaks forgotten,
become parcel to increments;
this it, we so misconstrue.
~
Is love a misplaced verb,
to protest a concept
to lose our verve.
One would the subject prefer.
She stole my heart
he spoke a loud now.
There’s nothing he could do.
Nothing anyone who knows can do.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
Something about a mate,
that spectacular feeling
of knowing how we relate
having met her thriving.
While the world sleeps
we are wakeful content
only knowing such leaps
of love would we lament.
I stood by her side on a day
when we knew our lives
would one moment another way
descend in depths alive.
We stood on a ledge together
knowing this was our nether.
Scott F Savage 10/2021
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