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when I start thinking that I'm not going to make

it through

this death like slumber that's befallen my heart

I close my eyes and strain to focus my hungry love

on you

you out there alone

somewhere in your neck of the world

taking control and or care of just whatever needs

to be done

keeping much of the negativity at bay

as you pray for a fresh start

and blindly, stubbornly believe that there's

someone meant for everyone

you too look but do not see me

when opportunity knocks

the door will be unlocked and swing wide open

the light will cascade upon us everywhere

and together we will end this

alas that which feels like unasked for servitude

and begin again revitalized and all a fresh

building a lasting love life like interlude

with but the combined discarded rocks left behind

from the paths we've traveled too long alone

before

up until now

note that these weary words declare themselves

solely yours for any future taking

just like their sentiments writer

can I be any more plain in speaking my most

secret desire

its you

just you

minus all the hoopla and dreams.............

(June 30, 1998)