Oh I do speak of you
in my mind,
on the highway,
while lost in the woods
saving face on a trail
my mind
thoughtful reflection
causes such scrutiny
for me,
a facade for the
vacant eyes
that given greeting
say hello,
pass by in silence
having no idea
no pause needed
to explain
allows
my own quiet sojourn
waiting
hoping
wondering
wandering through the common
trail of a man
unbeknownst yet
in a certain
pale
representation
of once love
that feature
of a
delightful oneness …
oneness!
so easily defined
when inside
the mystique
that virtuous
understanding
hears when we
match up
in a ginger
testimony
nostalgic
a receptive
soul,
live your life please,
respond
until the reckoning
gives credence
to the formality
of our eternal
solace.
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