CB’s Sonnet

CB wrote me off today
And all we was is moot.
Now two faceless dancers sway
On one remaining foot.
The broken vows, tossed away,
Are finished feigning guilt.
Now two heads use scrutiny
To angle, bash, and tilt.
Our story line’s left fading
To a shadowed future light,
While two mimes flail upbrading
This bleary blurring plight.
To come so far and fail so fast
It’s as we are, now sorrow past.

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