Ms Creance

cavil - but it can't be avoided
autumn of self-deceit
winter follows
it's unwise to try and recapture
whatever got lost

smash himself against the walls
that he created with his own hard hands
a misbelief that won't let go

long gone
what she took is
a hook inside
that tugs and pulls
and tears
fall

the past is a trap
it's never for sale