• marlyn_haolai 50w

    I dread that spark
    a glimpse of forlornity,
    starkly robbed of serendipity ,
    that, when you leave,
    I'll be staring at that ash
    where memoirs of you
    will be engraved.
    I, then deceived,
    will reminisce of you
    and abuse fate.
    When I have brought myself
    to bade adieu
    the rain will wash
    memoirs of you away
    and I wouldn't help
    but be wrecked of self.