The endgame to the merry, rosy romps 
I might play over and over again 
Is nothing but heartache led loneliness. 
As I find solace in the reminder
Of one I left behind in our blue house
Or had it been the other way around?
So far apart now in distance and time
The chasm widens with each step I take.
The unmended heart smiles at its lovers
Basking in their torrid tendernesses
Alert to the day when they too shall leave
Finding her core devoid of true substance
Then I look to that familiar ache and 
snatch comfort from a blanket of sorrows

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