Thin Gray Line

Destroying everything with just a touch
like love, only to remember
a cold heart, white December

Just remembering the plans
how they all crumbled in his hands
red sirens wail, shattering like shale

Not fighting, nor writing
lethargic sentimentalism
inserting or implying anything at all

There is nothing quite like
a dose of humiliation
with no hope ever of reconciliation...

mathiasthom
written 2/4/19