Done

What brazen speed did moments pass?
In all levels beyond facets,
The inner dephts,
beyond the pit and the looking glass
Magnifiying past the havoc.
Of this being the only way I know how.
Your words wrenching,
with eyes that animate my salvage.

But it's done.

You see, it all comes down to amity.
Every conversation spoken; tact,
to grind the blade of empathy
to twist and recoil the words further back
in the deepest sectors of my mind.
Ridden by an arctic pulse,
severing with intentions kind.
Not looking back, not even to hault.