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As I tried to understand

My pouring thoughts drained to my hands.

So I tried to write to you,

but my fingers froze solid blue.

Right now, my mind can't think straight.

Its lines of thoughts are figure-eights.

So I tried to pass the time,

But sorrow stained these words of rhyme.

Then I tried to write again,

But with each touch I felt great pain.

Right now, my heart makes no sound.

It went on strike and can't be found.

"Was it love that we both shared

Or was it only that we cared

for each other, deep and true,

my written tears now ask of you?"