Acrimony

Acrimony

a requiem
for solitary
would hardly pay my dues.
instead, I sing
by banishing
my own selfish recluse.

I'm fairly sure
it's mandatory
to mourn for what you lose;
instead, I show
by letting go,
I honor what you choose.

encouragment
is suppliment
only when you don't refuse.
and because I
could only try,
I could hardly blame misuse.

and since there is
a sovereign blood
in the wood the Carver hews,
I cannot say
you went away
as much as heard the Muse.