It is not a crime of passion,

It is an acceptance

The music, drifting, throbbing, reminds me

I still love you, all of you.

It is a crime

that I do not have time

to build a sacred shrine

to you, to us,

to every single memory.

a shrine for every one!

So I build my imperfect shrines

monuments to you

in awe of every moment

can you hear my adulation!

can you hear my concoction

equal parts love, anger, fear, joy

above all, I am humbled

we built something larger

larger than both of us

a monument, standing

a shrine, lasting.

I would like to keep building

its why I keep smiling

smiling, building a feeling.