He Speaks To Me

He speaks to me, at all the oddest moments;
even now that he has gone away for good.
So long, so long - I prayed for his return;
his only answer: silent misery.

I cannot help but see it now - it's written in
the wind; he never meant the love he pledged
to me. If only I had seen this then, in those
ever-growing moments of beginning.

But oh, beginnings always feel so beautiful;
even as all future intuition comes to seem
no more than just a passing breeze
within the currents of our felt reality.

Looking back, so easily we see the many
clues we might have gleaned; to keep this
great abiding pain away. Yet still, through
all this pain, he speaks to me, while ever will
this love of mine remain the only answer....

? Michaelette ?

11/23/2001
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