Words, bah,
here they lie,
at rest upon my brow,
they do not mean anything, they affect nothing…
Days, weeks, months have passed
in deathlike contemplation,
did words actually have an effect, I wonder…
Christina was here name,
here sent upon an angel’s breath, perhaps,
reaching lofty moments with her artful prose
inscribed indelibly upon this hidden heart…
should I pretend that I do not know
the cause of her long absence...
it is obvious- the need for love,
no one can survive without it,
absence is a terrible void…
Long I was away, too long, maybe,
on a holiday;
sending no postcards, not a word,
earning my rejection...
I was exhausted…
We seek understanding when we return,
only to find cold strangers
numbed of all emotion,
desperation ensues, then breakdown;
even the strongest of us lose,
regretting existence; should we ever have tried at all
?
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