Cobwebs and boxes

Beauty dies where litter lies
and lies do litter this old room
where I can no longer
walk in beauty.

I henged myself in with loss
(though little did I know
until you showed the way).

In the next room, however,
you still sleep in our bed, my beauty.

How can I unsay my actions?
Undo my words uttered, believing
in my male foolishness
I could make myself to be the charging knight
I thought was best for you,
while I did not listen to your sense?

Karma kissed our bond,
slowly, lingering in love.

I will open the window,
let the breeze deal with the cobwebs,
let your sun in, so
I can tell where to store the boxes,
which to throw out.

I will give you my heart’s name,
let you have the reins of my beauty

for therein lies our liberty