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the day time's loss is the night time's gain

we live far beyond the past's rejection

sorrow and resulting pain

all is forgotten while too much remains unforgotten

as one can never truly know

the darker emotions of the fully besotted

how am I to further withstand such dismal

disabling levels of real or even just imagined

malcontent

when heart beats like hoof beats pommel themselves

and me in the process of the on going chase

so tireless yet brutal and hell bent

their binge of revenge must be oh so sweet

while in me there strikes an untuned chord of

vile distaste

like some longly strongly held secret virtue

tarnished by abstract reasons held over from

one's volatile youth

bound up by too silent tresses of such terrific

tragedy

I all too blithely stepped over my own foolishly

disregarded bounds

too naive to even walk proudly with my head

held high away from your foul smiling deceit

without somehow not tripping over my very own

we were such ego monging fools

how can I blame only you

when it was together that we both managed to

waste so much precious genuine emotion

through the sudden flood of unexpected tears

I can honestly say today

true feelings of love never fully filtered into

whatever it was we thought we had

that must be why I'm crying now

because my knowing that only just now and I am

lingeringly looking back

makes me so very unbelievably sad

to the point where I think I could almost sort

of hate you just a little right now

but I won't

because

I finally grew up

but first

I guess I had to grow away from you

I still thank God nearly every day now that I

did

and was able to move on

as well as into at last

the welcome waiting arms of a man who could

love me the way I deserved to be loved

and would love with all my silly hungry heart

my second husband...............

(May 6, 1998)