In bits and pieces lay stray memories,
and on the crumbling walls, your name.
The moulding edges of the walls, an ode
to the slow rotting of the Age.
A decade of separation, a mirror broke.
An ugly contraction of the beauty,
that crouched hidden in the shadows.
Shadows reflect not the treachery,
but only the goodness of the beasts!
What penance be offered to the past?
What would tempt my love to return?
Come back, from the shadows! Come!
No matter the treachery of a lifetime!
Return to me, my life! Return!
No matter how deep the scar!