Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Conversation

You used to be so in love with me.
and you, with me, no
What happened to our infinite days?
maybe time, perhaps
And what about our passionate flame?
a self, consuming
I tried to give you plenty of space.
a little too much
But the distance grew beyond my reach.
now empty we drift
And I do fear the unknown expanse.
between words unsaid
So I'll be waiting right here for you.
my unanchored love

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