Triad

The lidless nights
depart with an unjust you;
utterly unjust between the moments of 'Us'.
Hence I subtract 'me' to sanctify the rest.

Some dreams are
miserably chromatic,
so I have spared
a little more darkness
for you to palpebrate.

One day, I may need
to bedim my face
with the oddments left
and---
I shall cipher love into silence.


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