Who can forgive
Apology ungiven
Silently sleighted
Inwardly simmering.
Both in the quiet living room
Like a place of gloomy piety
Miles millions between us loom
Bed like a tomb, inch two.
Between us, marooned
In my own life, lost island
Stirring thereby neither skyward pilot
Nor privateer, galley rammed with rifles.
Together by oath sewn
Seeing soon way’s err
Where we meld, one’s two
Carving out raw runes.
Alchemisland 
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