A fear of being found,
the fraudulent nature of a human being
trying in desperation
to understand motive.
When will we wonder
beyond a basic understanding
our lives do sometime matter
beyond the fearful discovery
that time we cannot seem to forget,
the last moment in our lives,
when just afterward
we swore to ourselves to regret.
Once a woman told me
‘I love you’
I was stunned and happy
and relieved all in one breath.
When I sleep at night
I dream of you
and I recall the stunning nature
of your energy enveloping me.
There was this love,
our eyes spoke of it often,
when we allowed,
when knowing the truth.
Follow me with certain joy
as now knowing you I search
my soul.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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