Our fortress, founded on the softest silt,

She cut the cables that we built.

She watched it fall without a snap of guilt,

She cut the cables that we built.

I asked her why, I searched her eyes for ‘why’,

She smiled, you ask too many questions and handed me the gilded hilt—

She cut the cables that we built.

The fog moves in to claim the empty space,

This sudden void, this catastrophic tilt—

She cut the cables that we built.

My heart is just a garden left to seed,

Its bravest flowers are the first to wilt—

She cut the cables that we built.

Oh Seeker, see the truth: the bridge of fog was yours.

The fault was yours. The love she professed was a fog she built — hers to be spilt—

She cut the cables that we built.