How do I remember

you, I ask grammarly

between life and death.

You were not very

keen to know,

what I did not say.

What I saw was a

moonshot, restrained by a dig in.

Ultimately I sniffed that,

nobody wins in love.

The bona fides are at stake.

The mob was not a validity,

stranger than real.

Collectively I will gather

the stones to throw on god.

The road warrior was dead.

There was no path.