Different times of day yield
different colours,
Different satisfactions of experience,
clocked shadows, dancing
patches of sun
Yet your embrace
erased such time
coloured everything bright
And our discoveries seemed to
pass us by in a now faded flash
Though the memories
cling like stickseed
Only a dull heat lingers in my womb
creator of gross images,
art and stories, sometimes still of us
All while my subtle winds
carry mournful breaths, poisoned
with attachment
All while my very subtle mind
offers peaceful release, renunciation
accepted, finally
I let you go
The Halfwit Writer 