Her scorn was her delight,
Her anger, nefarious -
Valiant was his temper,
Yet his position, precarious.
Words were faulty,
Vexing heart with chamber docile;
Bridging gaps and leaving holes
Between harmony and love’s apostle.
Benevolence has been avoided,
The status quo acquitted,
The proxy acquiesced,
Only then was guilt admitted.
She set her mind to theory
Preventing her soul access to grieve;
Divested of his husbandry
Before he packed his bags to leave.
©2008 Christopher Reilley
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