Queen Of Hearts

The pulse of pounding waves

In the throbbing sea

Against the moon

Of my heart; reminds

Me of the timeline of

Our first kiss digressing

To the moment that

We drifted apart,

The loudest silence

Of our duality standing

Between the trenches of

Confused darkness and

The art of our intimate

Deck of cards; royal flushed

Without a trace of the truth

And the reasons why

We had to depart

– Nick F. Hawkins

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