Unnecessary barriers erected
like dispatches from discarded partings
unwelcome at my window.
Remorseful, I repair
to rooms where I prepare
to escape what I've laid bare.
Refused musings eliciting
remorseful borders, mordant, ordered,
conforming to my contortions.
Her shelter I seek,
affording glimpses of adoration
of warm harbour
yet seining in latent resignation.
In sequestered sequences
we retreat, repeatedly.
Staved off, steadily.
She's already well aware
These partitions were always there,
Just reprieves – now thin air.
Reaching out again
perhaps in vain to a friend.
Faith, questioned, till the end.
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