~Dissonant~


Sometimes I forget
What it is
Sometimes I even forget
What it means

I'm not perfect
And I know
The intimation
Will pay off

And I reiterate
In another way
But I don't stop
And it may soon become
Duplicity

I retrogress
Or more or less try
But it remains tepid
To change things back

Maybe it is for the best
Just barely extant
Somber memories
And nostalgic thoughts

It was a sonorous connection
Tainted to be slightly august
But now quiescent
Lost the tacit aura
That we had so long ago