living in shade or broken rainbow

the spark lies inert.
viscid in question.
n’ a fractured smile,
a fabricated excuse
can’t veil the
the broken.
each thought a crutch.
the present a repentance.
every attempt looks pathetic.
the past only teaches
in the pain of today.
n’ if ever
there’s reconciliation
it will come with a shadow,
that grows, that suspects
but never comforts.

lets part ways
cause life only forks.
and each meeting
brings it own stars
n’ its warmth.
but does not leave
it’s sky behind.
n’ if the spark
should ever sparkle
bury it deep in
what was.
for there’s nothing
left in this
to fan this fire
or quench it.