Our Days

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This place, so boldly tamed

caught in a tight knit net

of black, and white and red,

and all colours neatly named

for eyes that never met

in clouds of glittering frost,

where marble beams of night

buried all shades of light,

and wistful glances lost

their dreamy, hopeless fight.


Where even tears were set on fire,

and hissed their angry claims

to barren, crippled names

till breath died on a pyre

of choking plastic flames.


Now there is no one left to mourn

just tangled willows lean upon

the olden ways forlorn

weaving new nights and days unborn,

our days that might have been.