no sins found on his person
not a shred of evidence of former self
but then are we surprised?
for too little time has passed
since she strayed into darkest night
too much blame poured into a bottle
so much suffering amassed
her return dims in the offing
so sure he is of her that the flicker
of a candle becomes a night's long tale
of tears and want for strange tablets
to type these words, both somber and pale,
against the backdrop of their life
forgotten as it were
but real nonetheless
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