He speaks to me, at all the
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 ?
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