Ours was a spring-time love
that didn't last the summer
poisoned by misgivings and misconceptions,
saprolings of lust spread near and far,
I jumped ship for something sweeter,
for all its appearances a bitterblossom
I take it as a lesson time is wont to teach,
Yet I can see her still from this distance
years and lovers removed
another beauty on the wrong side
of something greener
Is she?
Am I?
Too late.
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