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Then When
they stand in wait
as if doom is lingering
they do not breathe
for breaths are at a cost
they long to be told
there is no shame to begin
and though spring harkens
flowers bloom
dew drops moisten
every petal in sight
hearts once broken
never quite know when
if breezes were softer
if winds calmer
if the sun shone
just right in the
morning and even
even stars
tarried with them
even then
they would only stare
and wonder
and abruptly hold hands
startled by some distant thunder
but that moment would pass
only a memory of a touch
might last
and then, even then
they would not know
what to say or do
or how to retract that act
of being momentarily
so close
it is the life they chose
to always only guess
at what is, what could be
what it all might have been
even then
they will forever wait
simply to begin
such are the states
of hearts in pieces
to no end
can there be amends
to no end
any inkling
to actually begin.
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