In
quiet desperation
I
long
For
you to return to me
As
you once were
And
I too were there
And
we danced
Like
two fools silly in love
Without
shame
Without
regret
Without
the thoughts of others
Hanging
over our heads…
And
without
Comments
made out of anger,
Frustration
or
Jealousy;
Accepting
indiscretions
As
if
They
were weekend holidays
Supplementing
The
natural order without
Replacing,
But,
It
was not to be…
4-3-13
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