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whose to say how long this will last

whose to say what we will each miss

if we continue to keep our shuttered eyes

so devoutly downcast

should bygones be allowed to so easily pass

through a millennium of tattered hope

can we not freely cry ourselves to sleep when

otherwise unable to even casually cope

can our heart break not be even silently said

nor achingly shared

is not the haggardness of tomorrow's dreams to some

how be spared

'I s'pose' was once the softly muttered reply I received

in reference to such proclaimed ordeal

was there some emotion if even any at all felt over

such conversation that now doesn't somehow seem even

remotely real

If I crawled into your love's awaiting arms

would it willingly comfort me from my old reality's cruel

embrace

or would it merely pretend to understand my pain

only to then blind side me with a harsh slap in the

face

my fears have somehow along the way become justified

and I only managed to fall deeper into unrequited love's

'Most Punishing Pain' as I too carelessly cried

now, my own fate I must soon for myself somehow decide

the only real question left is should I or should I not

allow you the chance to be my emotional guide.....

( written July 20, 1993 am)