Odere

"she's wrong - but she's right"

shriek these ghosts that i fight

'midst october's first dark febrile chill

 read no rancour nor spite
yet cold tears stain my sight
of a love such a long time being killed

still i picture her curls
and the smile she unfurled
when i first used to wake in her arms

sad now that dreamy swirl's
been displaced by a girl
who's become so inured to my charms
as the dynamic changed
into rank power games
trading wounds in the sparring of souls

 just a part of the pain
is by memories explained 
what I mourn for's a story untold