When she goes silent
he writes his truth,
she will read his words
yet stays away, quiet,
he wonders,
she ponders,
he continues with more
she states this is all there is
he cries
while somewhere inside
he fights the confusion
wants to find a solution
cannot
will not
wishes his world
might include
her.
wake to misery
an unbearable fury
the end, please hurry
When seems beyond
lonely horizon
quiet tears
unravel my wits
would I on my knees
cry forgiveness
shriek
a passion
defines my love
empty heart
morning sallow
like the water’s edge
crumbling
earth does move
morning light
silent flight
streaming mind
sadly drawn rewind
lives apart
play a part
known reaction
kind connection
fearful resign
beckons we are fine
yet we are not
well one
wishes two
a solo endeavor
will follow
a bird song swallow
will always plead
may she exceed
social punity
natural beauty
oh to endure the night …
always here, mourning light.
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