Thursday, July 14, 2016


You told me once

Never to speak of this—

Never to speak of us—

But that is so unfair—

As you have been so deep

You have come to know me as you have

And I am grateful for what you have done

I have brought you to the perimeter—

…and now you must make the final steps

Our journey has been long…

You mark the first that I have not been able to reach with my spark

And I am sorry

And knowing that I cannot reach you

Discourages in such a way

That I become complacent; disinterested in even trying

I have grown weary of your landscape—

And now you must leave mine.

I wish you well

Perhaps on some foreign shore

…in some foreign time, We

will meet again.  

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