to E.

by Violet

I still see the beauty in her chaos,

as I recline in my chair staring at what is left of her within my capsule.

as for my vessel,

she left a burn-mark on my right arm; the one she instinctively held when we were at the edge of our free-fall..

a muse she clearly still remains.

a true love she was.

if I could ask for her distorted forgiveness once more .. I would.

but what is the point?