We mark the love-that-should-have-been 
dressed up as love-that-was;
another anniversary,
another just-because —

The tinsel in our memories,
the dreck and gold alloyed;
the echoes of a former voice,
and silence of

the void

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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