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It started out strong

And ended fast

And still our love will last.

I held your hand,

You kissed my tears,

Like I’ve known you for years.

It’s only been months,

Time is slow,

Especially

When you don’t know

What will happen

Where we will be. . .

I love you,

And you, me.

I’m tired of crying,

Of yearning for you. . .

I’m sure that you are tired too.

At times I curse the day we met,

We’d be exempt from pain,

Yet, filled with regret.

Regret the actions we never took,

Like the songs we played,

The looks we looked.

The kisses we shared,

And the hungering embraces,

And the pictures of our once-happy faces . .

If love is pain,

And stress,

And hurt-

Then I am guilty,

I am cursed.

I feel sorrow,

Empty,

I feel lost,

But at least I feel something,

Than nothing at all. . .

If what I miss

Is your soothing voice,

Your calming presence,

And your wise choice,

Your beauty, your life,

And your incandescent heart-

Then, I am blessed to even have experienced

Your art.