The Red Truss
The Red Truss

1 min

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Love, are you done?
Open the doors
Now, out you come
Old flame has run its course
Wait?
How long should I
We are losing our gait
In letting this tunnel pass by
Silence in our words
Is growing stronger
With each flicker of hope
That I lose any longer
Earnestly I beseech
Let me go first?
Lest my feeble heart
Gets rot in wrecking rust
See, what’s left of us
Except the loose shreds
Deceived by the red truss
Of ‘eternal’ threads.