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- Putting Up Fronts
  
  Posted at 4:26 pm by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020
  So many times I would travel this road
  
  it would be daylight
  
  sunrise, returning in a setting sun.
  
  I wonder sometimes how long it was
  
  I would remain alone
  
  inside a fantasy of love
  
  We talked so often of love
  
  somehow confused our lives with sex,
  
  sex and love,
  
  love and sex.
  
  I suppose I’ll never know
  
  which one you might have handed to me,
  
  which
  
  you believe belonged to you.
  
  All I can do is visualize those moments
  
  when together we might share eyes,
  
  do you remember
  
  that was all we needed.
  
  I’m here right now
  
  needing you
  
  in a manner you once told me
  
  I was needed,
  
  I have tears of confusion
  
  all I will ever have.
  
  There will forever be this love
  
  rare possibility of ever going away
  
  eternal heart and soul
  
  will always dream eyes.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- Screaming My Name
  
  Posted at 1:22 am by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020
  I want to hear it, just one time, I know who I am.
  
  It is clear in my mind I will run toward the sound
  
  I just wish somehow you might know
  
  there is sometimes no other place I may go.
  
  If she yelled, a scream of frustration, well then
  
  at least I would, I would at least hear my name
  
  and for just that moment know I do exist.
  
  People around me are starting to die,
  
  and I haven’t any way of understanding completely why
  
  beyond the natural course of our lives.
  
  ~
  
  I remember one time when that afternoon in the rain,
  
  I always refer to the tarp come crashing off the rafters
  
  startling us both, laughing, calling it some sort of omen,
  
  we walked away holding hands and smiling
  
  feeling the positivity of that moment.
  
  ~
  
  Oh to have that rain again,
  
  to hear my name from her lips,
  
  to say I am the person she thought I was that day
  
  not this shell of a man without confidence in
  
  any way.
  
  ~
  
  I would like if you might scream my name, once.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/2020
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