Our serrated union, your guilty secret of yesterday, unacknowledged then, now buried without an epitaph, prods me to look back at the signs milestoning the cratered street of unlove, which I missed through the misty glass that gullible love brings. Now I clean the windshield of life with the cynical wipers of other basic instincts. There is clarity now. The craters of Unlove. #SerratedUnion #Unlove #GuiltySecret #yqbaba