Out of Sight

Days brought about dust,- once fresh, hardens with crust

Light,- followed with dusk

The stench that came about,- a fuss

Left behind, in a rush

Forgotten,- lost

Unconscious to the thought,- of what once was

Seeds planted,- twas a bud

That boomed from this love,- bread crumbs

As it gathers,- my heart yearns to climb,

- up love's ladder

Couldn't hold space,- as my bladder

Had to release,- so we shattered

Through days brought about dusk,- once fresh - came about a musk

That brought about a fuss,- what once was a question,- I must.

Trust though such fuss

As my bust, - we bust through hearts

We touch__ caress

As though we mold a crust,-

Our love, days upon dusk

Once fresh - hardens with crust.