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the unsaid farewell
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All Thats Left. voice contains
your trademark,
and who i am when we speak,
do we, connect?,
herefore, i'm blessed.
a sound arches over the walls i've built
and comfort grounds me subtle,
i settle, not for less, at best
i want more than we could get,
give, or take.
open ended conversations, to bridge our gap
to arouse me, in places of depth,
to affect me, when i am at neglect.
the garden where life hangs, i drink from the hand of death
at my weakest moment, am i, her servant.
dreams attached to my heart, pull me apart
for i might never have that chance, to look back,
even though, they say, never do that,
i have my inborn weakness to respect.
i curl fingers around my wonder,
sand slips between, and lost words, never heard
are mourned for all i suffer.
leaning into me, a kiss from my lover,
burns sweetly upon my lips,
but never does she suspect, the complex pressure
i'm under.
for,
she too, has fallen.
