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my sweetest sweetheart
in your humble ignorance
how could you know
how your words bamboozle my heart
I am the kite
you, my tirelessly endless string
without you to gently guide me
no more soaring can do I
my life is reduced to
dusty back closets
and cluttered garages
is just me and the old lawn darts
lounging sadly in the corner
no more wind will my paper wings
fly through
no more laughter and running across
any park some sunny Saturday afternoon
will I look down to see that so beloved ecstatic you
oh so joyous at just the thought of
being out and about once again with me
for in your thoughts you have rekindled
an old pointless fire
that no amount of pondered and re pondered love
on your part could help rise again from the ashes
this seems to be what you are so use to and
want yet again
so who am I to argue an already given
for nearly two full summers we soared
know that those happy times my paper wings
'Unlike Icarus'
will always cherish....................
(Sept. 13, 2012 755pm)