Alphabet Soup: N

Not a single night has passed – 
Not on my keen watch – when you,
Needing a toxic rust
Nailed it in the dust.

Never ever have you tried
Not one desperate time, to
Nullify the searing pain
New is my disdain

Nostalgia would run me over
Novembers, cold, long gone, when
Nonverbally, I could speak
Nonchalant was my name

Now it seems, there is a need to
Negate those golden years;
‘Nota bene’, a drifting past
Neglect, it seems, stands here.

Notorious and obnoxious,
Nefarious are your ways. 
Nuances subtle, I see you are
Numb, still, to my play.


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