25 Sep C418

‘Tis voxeled grass atop voxeled dirt:
I hurt to hear those piano keys deplored
Which left us longing for once-belonging
And rejoicing all in a paradise restored.

‘Tis riddles of caves and the secret of craft,
Our laughter etched fore’er in cobblestone.
We built but to build, all felt fulfilled
To work for the working’s sake alone.

‘Tis waking to find the notches missing
By kissing to sleep subw’fer lullaby,
Reading [your name] has left the game
As a once-for-all, a null goodbye.