The Unintentional Enemy

The Unintentional Enemy

She, the creator of me;
love, the one thing
in her heart
on normal days
of her mind.

Madness, touched by
another she; the stranger
sowed the seeds of the blue
in my skin and bone.

Knowing her true;
that abominable stranger;
had i known her,
long before her departure,
i wouldn’t have to stand
at her tomb,
in the rain, the rain;
the rain in the dream.

©Byung A. Fallgren

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