WITHOUT HER TRIPTYCH

Eprobles-poetby E.P.Robles05 Aug 2019

A LINGERING indecision laid bare
and morning sighed with me beside
internal debates fleeing
asylum with turmoil between
fret and fear

so i decide...

a narrow splinter jiggles my mind
like how someone treated me --
a wreck;

love, like us, a barren and somber alter
without her triptych
and questions remain.

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Copyright © Ernest Robles