Forcible

Arranged imperfectly Forced upon this Cold Hard Surface. The apology in your eye Ficticious like the upside down smile Expecting to arise from this twilight. But the abortive wish is impossible When you're delving memories in my head. Struggling to withdraw... Yet your asphyxiation keeps me Gazing my attention to the Wind struck willow outside. I pray I'll be let go soon. Years down the road, I must visit you... "You're forgiven"