The intimacy we shared
lay murdered by our hands.
Ripped to pieces.
Ripped to shreds.
Shards of wanting cast asunder.

What is there to salvage?
An understanding?
Uneasy friendship?
No easy answer,
I regret.

Careless words have history -
semantics altered by retrospect.
No neutral territory this -
forever a war-zone
littered with shells of resentment.