Poem: If

If I could forget Just one sliver of time A fragment of space A token of thought for the taken Then it would be you You as a memory I cannot have had Yet I do   If I should regret Just one action of fate A moment of hate A token of thought for…

Ronin: the love without a name

“what is your name?” he asked, patient and unscathing. “my own is Ronin” she flittered in the wind, neither here nor there, her eyes washed clean of colour. but she remembered this one… “you are-” she began, then fell silent as the memory slipped beyond her careless grasp.