In Knowing

now the leaves are falling

the skies speak a grey

interlude before snow

will blanket our lives.

 

she must know the ache

so real and tangible

every moment he wake

her in dreams beyond today

 

he must wonder now

forever in her silence

is love this real

or does it rely upon science

 

his experiments derail

his love for her without fail

 

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

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