loved her with a fear that's ever-present.
Observing her from far away inside.
Touched by her. Receiving, giving.
Pulling her into his rushing tide.
Emotional deliverance his high.
Icy cold and closed, his shuttered mind.
Snapping pictures there behind the blinds.
Written words. A musty scent.
His memories have all been spent.
Interjecting his analysis.
She lingered yet.
Her heart unmet.
He opened up his eyes to spy
the written words she'd left.
Her heart unbent.
It simply said goodbye...
? Michaelette ?
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