Crosshairs of Time

At times we fuss and fight.

Yet, you always endure my spite.


Regardless of the plight.

You remain steadfast at my right.


You loved me so fiercely I burned,

But there was no where to store our urn


In light of this recent spurn,

I’ve given up on my turn


Perhaps time will tell.

Yet, I still wish you all the well

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