to ages for forsaken attentions,
and i'd take but never give back,

i'd look at you more everyday,
a certain crazy creeping unto us,

i regret, and yet proceed,
your attention so blinding,

i'd stop

rejecting

and am only able now

to receive, your love.
on knees, i am hugged and salvaged,
cared for and fed, loved and renewed,

whots this to stop loving and be loved?
an amazing divorce, a true answer,

a wonder,
and my tired self,
returns this whiteness again.