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Watching you crumble

on the floor
Trying to make sense of

your ashes
Your world torn apart,

so fragile so broken.

Lost to the wind,

the cavalry didn't come.
You beckoned and begged;

they would not come.

For the love of a mother,

a father a brother, a friend
There came none 

except, I in the end.

We sit huddled sifting through

trying to find that driven part of you

It's lost to all those

who have depended on you.
The pain in your eyes

and softly muzzeled whimpers...

I anguish to see you lose it all

because of me and my dreams.

I now know what the truth of love is

and with unveiled eyes
Yours meet mine finally

as one broken and burned artefact;

The remnant of our so-called lives.

Will we together again rise?

I am not certain of this.

But, what my heart and mind and soul confess
Is that the deepest truest love has risen
and my wings of love will Spread,

one burned and crumpled feather at a time

I will straighten and realign
And restore you to your glorious self
when the world was yours and mine.

And this love will conquer them all
As none have realized it's depth

until today.