capital letters drawn on bricks of no-power now empty words seen through bright-spring-eyes wondering

capital letters drawn on bricks of no-power now empty words seen through bright-spring-eyes wondering
simple triangles drawn in lines of conversation encircled by time and passion and children
when it came to her, many options were open to me: none of which involved not caring on my part
"don't ever forget," she told me as the light faded from her eyes, leaving only white hollowness
we plot and scheme for victory, not realizing why it is the heat always wins or the cold