you will see
my pain
the endless hours spent
the triumph
of this misery
in a momentary squander
you may wander
through the pages torn
and wonder
how i speak your truth
the one
stayed by a stinging tongue
layered ‘neath a stolen sun
abeyant
at times
we will laugh together
rain may fall
on distant ground
and the secret
guarded smile
will have vanished
left untold
on the cusp
of thought symphonic
on the path
of parting stream
though we understand
the story
who we are
remains unseen
mystery becomes our warden
through these words
of sought reprieve




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