Betrayed

somewhere along the rock face of dark cliffs
where waves pound at their feet, a secret
shrine to my dead love; a sparrow
lost in time and space blown off
course by the wind; we had
exchanged our vows
of love ten
thousand times
at least and I for
one never imagined
… such an abrupt end so
where does one go after
one has climbed Mt Everest
getting drunk in a tavern is no
relief for the constant heartache
when what one held dearer than oneself
for which one were ready to make any sacrifice
has been debased and tarnished by a lying heart
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