The way you look away.
Your fingers slide past in a whirl of degradation,
Idling not a moment as mine do an era.
Your eyes slide past, no pause for the sacred,
And those tender and abrupt lips part no more.
I have been halted,
A storm raging inside, bringing an air of disrepair and a fierce anger that rages.
I am stuck in a moment. An idea of before.
You have lain siege to my mind, whilst never even seeking out its boundaries.
You have lain waste to my heart with one thousand arrows,
never taking a moment to string the bow