another, again.

a poem of the irreplacability of past love.

she can hear the ushered taboos
earnest longing at her throat.
How she wishes they, were truths
but sense, cruel sense, alas she does posess.

And now. outside tousled clouds
bother her curtains fragmented cover
inside, sheets ripple. uncaring.
that the world got in. and embrace her now lover.

yet she, more concerned with the past.
remembers faces. Neigh the face of last.
and outside, restless unforgiving winds
usher thoughts long isolated in (remember)

though laid just by her, touching her chest,
in a total closeness effigy - now lover
her mind is distant from he : perverse in her bed
with the first.
another , again.
turn out the same.
But try, why not. 'Tis merely another day. Away.