a woman write final letter
She said,
the words he wanted to hear,
when he complimented her,
she would then suggest,
‘I struggle with writing my thoughts.’
Whereas she then directed him,
his words would flow
when he listened
he would again question
his own motive.
Believing in ourselves
is such a tragedy
when looking in each other’s eyes.
Why do we only find peace
when apart
Rather we wish each other’s
heart
might be the serenity
we would discover
upon the soul of such is love.
I wonder if she might know ever again
how her words will move his forever when.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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