Missed your sonnets! I love the question in the first lines of wondering why you burned, the purpose of a relationship if there is only a painful aftermath that you couldn't have predicted. There is a tangible sense of defeat here, and the comment about waging a war made me think of the futility sometimes in how we try to salvage something... or maybe argue a point that we know will get us nowhere, will not enlighten us or give us perspective. Fighting for the sake of doing something perhaps, putting energy toward anything. The meaning of the title and "coins of gold" made me think of not seeing something for what it is, and so we can easily fool ourselves into thinking everything is fine or if we "appear" to be okay, it will somehow work out. But sometimes, situations can't be fixed. Sometimes, as heartbreaking as it is, relationships can't be mended in ways we would have hoped.

Beatifully written as always! I've missed reading your sonnets.