Hormones, soul-mates, aloneness,
Fate, providence, or foolishness,
Naive dreamers, blinded by bliss,
Sprinting headlong toward happiness.
'Twas I
Too small
Too blind
To heal my beloved.
Not death, nor divorce, yet parted.
Living the life of the broken-hearted.
Joy's ended before it really started,
Only have so much love alloted.
'Twas I
Too faithless,
Too closed,
To heal my beloved.
Deep grooves of familiar contempt,
A rose garden sorely unkempt,
Bedfellows that do not tempt,
Towards embrace--no attempt.
'Twas I
Too enclosed,
Too hardened
To love my beloved.
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A couple of years ago...again.
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