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"Why?"
@Uootem
Realization
breeds regret through the missing years
to be met by dismay in a lonely heart,
at the losing torn apart
written but not read...
useless quotations fodder
for the poet's lamentations
of the most tragic event...
the losing
love gone
without my choosing.
I can only hope
for some yet-to-come day...
when you will return
and those words again say yet, the way my present world is now I can not fathom a reason
or how
Pity stains my face...
for tears are there as I see your image
everywhere
my eyes tire
of the sorrow flow
as I come to face
what I already know and dream
of only a moment
of warming glance
that could come only
by an encounter's happenstance yet, I know
that a once-seen look in your eyes
could turn this darkness
to sun-filled skies I only have one wish...
for this I must try an answer
to the question, of Why?
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