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On a moonless night, he kneels at her altar
Sandalwood and myrrh baptizing him,
in the silence of sacred ground
He had never expected to find a love this pure
And so he lost her in a self-defeating loop of disbelief
She is not there
Like incense smoke, she left a scent on his skin, in his hair
She was inside of him
Silent and sure
Without taking up space
He used to catch the stars in her eyes and worship them
And then play hard to get too long
Her love was full-blown and magical; he shushed his with
A grid filled with dark impulses
An easy eagerness to sabotage
He does not know what to blame it on
But she was Home and he misses her
dimples and deep devotion to joy
He drops his head to his chest and
unzips his regret he did not cherish her more
As he lays before the altar memories
Of a love that changed him
Just not in time
She will never trust him again
Or the limited resources of his heart
She has moved on
Even though he kneels at her altar
Copyright Nailah Shami
Better For That 
Powerful, as usual my dear ❤
Thanks Queen. ;-}
This is an amazing narrative progression!
Beautiful writeup❤
Thank you!