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I Cried


The voice so warm,
the look entrancing.
Her married state of little care

Where was the man
who placed the ring
on finger two lives ago?

"Come to me my love,"
not daunted by fear of discovery.
Was it love or lust?

What proved by such connection?

Yet, I cried  at the news of her death.



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  • alaskanamber
    February 14, 2008

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    I don't quite get this piece. Is it a widow moving on? or the death of love through infidelity? Huh.


    • quantumsurveyor
      February 14, 2008
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      Iffen I say too much I risk exposure - whoops - I've said too much. I guess that when I wrote this I felt the deep loss of a long gone love that should not have been mine. Explanations I think should not be necessary, the poem should tell the story and, sadly, this one has missed its mark. ThANKS FOR SHOWING ME IT DIDN'T WORK.