this hole goes 
too deep
to plumb its length or breadth

this time is 
too late
to love, to assuage regret

this head lowered 
too much
to notice your worth

this chance showered once
too light 
to mark my mirth

your time was over, far too soon
you are now thought-fleeting, an elusive tune

and I am left 
with chasms, uncontrolled

my memory of you
too cold
Demeter's Fields
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