We all see a vision of Ever After
Like the Grail, a call to greatness
Which, when taken in selfish portions,
Can drown and devour our every
Best intentions.
Long after lost pictures, tattered letters,
Broken tokens and fading smiles
I learn from Greg's extremist romance
That giving you my soul was not enough,
It was too much.
And nights I cried for shattered hearts,
These feable, failing, empty arms,
Eyes buried and swollen voice rattling madly.
I prayed for a return of my missing love
With forgotten faith.
10/98
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