No faith is to be redeemed
When a smile is the only prize.
Nothing to be said.
This swallows it, this distance
Between you and I.
Our hands might meet
In prayers.
It is not the lovers' touch,
It is the whiteness
that can’t forgive.
Nothing to be heard.
This repels it, this silence
Between you and I.
Future, and one’s own dreams
Like iced cubes on clay cradles,
They melt into an hint of talc.
It is the petals, selfish,
That can’t foresee…
Nothing to be acted upon.
This hovers over it, this audience
Between you and I.
No faith is left on the stage,
It is a black box, theatre of emotions.
Little space for a sequel.
Nothing to be done by.
This delivers it, no consilience
Between you and I.
White roses and their petals smile
And say their goodbyes,
The only prize.
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