I saw you last night ensconced in conversation ...and melancholy wells in charred vapor pools mourning time and the poverty of words I amended riddled intervals and gathered portions of harboured denial evanescing lament sage glows on the alter smoke rises bathing purifying lost love's cadaver dressed in burial clothes anointed and reposed blameless words that destroyed failed to heal but time mends time mourned In a shattered mirror of disfigurement I can look at myself again