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- I Wrote You A Letter
  
  Posted at 9:17 pm by a quiet man, on December 7, 2022
  I do this quite often,
  
  these expressions,
  
  my state of mind, how I live,
  
  how I breathe
  
  how my thoughts drive me
  
  drive me further to those places
  
  I cannot understand.
  
  I wrote you a letter,
  
  and prayed you might see
  
  my words.
  
  My peace is found when I can imagine,
  
  your soft eyes on the paper,
  
  this form of letterwriting
  
  so barren with the use of a computer,
  
  yet the words come to me,
  
  I in a flash have something I want to say,
  
  and will never know,
  
  if when received
  
  they might mean something to you.
  
  I wrote you a letter today,
  
  I hope it finds you at peace.
  
  I truly do with every word I write,
  
  a letter to you,
  
  a promise I will forever keep.
  
  I wrote a letter to you today …
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- Silent Tears
  
  Posted at 11:11 am by a quiet man, on April 8, 2022
  No one can hear tears
  
  they press and release
  
  press and release
  
  flooding cheekbones
  
  in a quiet respite.
  
  Only her sobs alert me.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 4/2022
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- I Miss You
  
  Posted at 10:53 am by a quiet man, on November 20, 2021
  I wonder about the hours
  
  reaching into night.
  
  I think about the full moon
  
  and always hope you are nearby,
  
  I can sense your shadow.
  
  I went to a play last night.
  
  it wasn’t yours to see.
  
  I still looked for you
  
  everywhere I could.
  
  I knew where to find you,
  
  and would only discover no one
  
  in your place.
  
  I drove along the highway in my life.
  
  I went to our spot
  
  hoping you might be there
  
  knowing you wouldn’t be,
  
  but I waited.
  
  I woke this morning in tears.
  
  I don’t know really
  
  an answer,
  
  how long may I drive holding on in tears.
  
  I don’t want to anymore.
  
  I am afraid of what I will do
  
  when tears come no more.
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 11/2021
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- He Lives Alone
  
  Posted at 1:27 am by a quiet man, on September 7, 2021
  His tears are his own,
  
  improbably,
  
  there really isn’t a pattern
  
  except the most obvious
  
  except he is so obvious,
  
  you know the sort of person he is,
  
  predictable,
  
  the sort of guy who defines himself
  
  long before anyone else cares anymore.
  
  He lives alone
  
  in this quiet world of anxiety
  
  always on,
  
  always trying to be on
  
  always his chance to breathe is limited,
  
  actions of his own,
  
  can’t seem to disown
  
  all the fears that raised his demeanor,
  
  the skin on his body always edgy.
  
  He’s trying to survive in his own skin,
  
  yet every chance he gets,
  
  his tears seem to steer
  
  his path.
  
  © Scott F Savage 9/2021
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- These Tears We Know
  
  Posted at 9:52 pm by a quiet man, on August 16, 2021
  When they do come, he could never predict
  
  a shower of emotion, while only sitting still.
  
  Somewhere out in our mystique lays an edict
  
  upon that harmony does play a heart at will.
  
  ~
  
  Would he if could find a reasonable cause
  
  losing a dry eye in the name of sensitivity
  
  she held his heart, her soul in him hers was
  
  ~
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  ~
  
  We wanted so badly somehow to figure out why
  
  Maybe he did, maybe she … well certainly he
  
  could feel the beauty this chemistry have a cry
  
  for when the good bye came he managed to be.
  
  ~
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  ~
  
  He struggles to understand a shower is beauty
  
  the Grace of God bless our lives in celebration
  
  A violin concerto in the background has plenty
  
  of memory brought into our lives this absolution
  
  ~
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  Then in the silence of night could we forget.
  
  © Scott F Savage 8/2021
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- was that the moment?
  
  Posted at 12:10 am by a quiet man, on July 14, 2021
  © Scott F Savage 7/2021
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- Would That Sadness Measure
  
  Posted at 4:18 pm by a quiet man, on May 29, 2021
  If we might
  
  without the normal rules that apply
  
  oh that judgement
  
  that scrutiny
  
  a bald-faced lie
  
  or even maybe
  
  misperception.
  
  When would you might look me in the eye
  
  could you really see
  
  or is there a measure
  
  beyond our normal ability to share compassion
  
  when one is feeling
  
  a strong breeze shifting planes of emotion,
  
  traveling away from where we are
  
  want to be,
  
  felt we could or had been or knew
  
  when once there was an electrifying
  
  pandemonium
  
  of love and passion and unbridled
  
  sensuality
  
  suddenly today these tears,
  
  those images we all try to hide away
  
  this flood of drowning sorrows
  
  becomes some measurable albatross
  
  forever standing in the way.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2021
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- When then the rains …
  
  Posted at 9:08 am by a quiet man, on May 27, 2021
  When then the rains will awaken my mourning
  
  though it be that day,
  
  no sunlight yet the haze of some rise
  
  within the dampening skies would relent.
  
  When then the rains could remind of her sweet smile,
  
  in the cover of our shelters did we cry
  
  much like the fallen mist of wonder
  
  our confusion would always rest nearby.
  
  When then the rains will now always a memory
  
  of fragrant lips do touch one another
  
  in the soul where our heart might sing
  
  soft, a melody that shares the passion of the night.
  
  When then the rains do let me imagine you
  
  wherever you might land a solace in peace.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2021
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- We Talked of Forever
  
  Posted at 9:05 pm by a quiet man, on September 18, 2020
  This surgeon did word make a plea
  
  said would discover render incision
  
  took apart coupled satisfaction.
  
  This ‘burn’ then we called a battlefield
  
  when life has been bound without yield,
  
  a decisive time,
  
  spice sweet thyme
  
  would wander wild regret
  
  we did our lives ever begin
  
  now soft is the mellow
  
  swift afterward
  
  tears again.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage
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- Escaping A Dream
  
  Posted at 3:48 am by a quiet man, on July 13, 2020
  Last night I felt you in my dream,
  
  like walking along a sidewalk,
  
  we each held an end of a box
  
  holding memories,
  
  and while we looked away we could
  
  keep an even pace,
  
  but in as dreams will do
  
  the moments we might find each other’s eyes,
  
  we did notice tears,
  
  we could stumble,
  
  we could feel the anxiety
  
  in our vertigo,
  
  we always wished might stay away,
  
  so the lovely reminders
  
  could carry our hearts away.
  
  © Scott F Savage 7/2020
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