Its disposition
would hang onto time,
wishing for a redo,
an understanding,
how sublime
is a quiet heart.
I remember filling ours
together
while the waves crashed the coast,
a lulling lullaby
of nature’s presence
in our lives.
A quiet heart remains,
always wondering why,
wishing for some indication
to swoop down
and pull me from this cry.
Instead I wander alone,
a quiet heart,
will always wonder why.
Is this all there is,
I heard the words
and my hands were frozen,
my voice quieted,
unable to speak.
I wanted to give you so much more,
in the moment,
I looked in your eyes
seeing only pain and confusion.
What would we
ever do
to maintain this fantasy,
as you often described it was.
We wanted more,
the two of us
without any interference,
how could we ever be free.
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