I
Sorrowly bleeds the deep red crush,
Like sadness dripping steadily,
Upward into pools of broken midnight.
All the while regret is lost in sweetness.

II
I almost regret
Friendships.
It’s not the having,
But the losing that hurts
No, the knowing, the laughing,
It’s all good.
It’s just something gone to shadow.

III
Verity walks the still, cold earth, soul burning. Maybe they each got something from the other, something unconditional, indefinable. Something they each required in that time, in that place…just for a bit. Or so I can only hope.