My sweet Anora

Oh, my sweet Anora, having fled your home again from broken promises
and unfulfilled dreams, having lived much too long in your shattered,
sulking world like some bad dream, upon your return to this one crime
scene that bears invisible shackles during our once wild fling in having
lived momently a life of escapade, your one enthralling absence, whose
familiar kiss have betrayed you too often that your scars are like thick
track marks bearing evidence of your scorned life, where moments truly
equal the sum of a lifetime.