Empty of words, my heart awaits... Walking along the water's edge... One side has chosen, the other waits... Not expecting it, we embraced... Love is a word out of season... I will not be love's slave... There is an old sadness in me... I too both hope and fear... Allowing the result to have... To release the thought... "You have seen me at my worst,"... There is time, which waits... Is it life's conspiracy... Cleave to what endures... Sweetness is not my measure... The present has been engulphed... With you I can only seek... Though you have caused me... There is no joy left in my life... After darkness, the light returns... My world begins and ends... The poem punctuates the moment... Your voice, lowered to the whisper... You withdraw, becoming like wood... I give to the page, as surrogate... Your eye fresh from the mirror...
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