Evoke
Fine, let's call it a memory in my attempt to feign that we ever were more than just passion not the grave mistakes that left us ashen.
Our rapture in rupture our love left in lesions our feelings forever that waned with the seasons cacophonous "love you's" uttered in echoes all in our vain, refusal to let go.
Nightmare's too brutal dream is too hopeful memories too vague reminder's resentful what to call that which leaves me forsaken something so bland as an evocation












