…In Absentia (III) The Broken X (XY)…

He is fallen.
Remember his name.

With you he is the picturesque
Porcelain perfection, aged and moderate.

From you he yields.
Who threw you to catch?

Without you he vanishes
Restless and whimpering.

The trail is pronounced,
Though none know quite where it leads.

It led to you.
He will always hold you to what he remembers.

Simple things, plentiful and fleeting.
Less the mark of the fallen.

The one who sang to you.. .
What was his name?


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