holding you close within my heart
the gravelly taste of dust and stone
has proven you are gone
slamming shut life, the last door
A heart thumping realisation,
I am more alone now; than I will ever be
torture of a heartbreak that can never be free
hope to close my eyes then never again to see
desire as belonging, born before time,
understanding little, infusing rhyme,
gentle, kindly, loving soul; somehow a crime
to be alternatively meek, others see weak
rivers are from mountains, paradise we seek
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