sparkle and shine...
curiosity I invent
in the abyss
of your eyes

greedy
and forsaking
prudence,
I reach for your
outstretched hand

three nights
of glistening hope
bartered for a
lingering ache
in my core

I should mourn
my lapse in
judgement
but it seems
I have neglected
the art of weeping
for far too long

when the dust
has settled,
will I hold
redemption
or simply
a remnant of
fool’s gold?


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