After a long season of heartbreak
And months of indecision,
After insufferable nights of tears
Reflecting on kisses once placed
On your gentle moonlight face,
My broken heart receives crystal clear vision:
When love has ended
And friendship wanes,
One must depart the city
Of all his shattered dreams
And find a new place
To begin again,
Unknown paths to tread
Where there is no fear
Of finding a perfumed handkerchief
You once kept
Or of running into a mutual friend
Who saw him weep
The last lonely night
He walked upon your street.
When I don't know which way to go, I always ask for clear vision. Sometimes, though, it's not the answer you were hoping for. Change takes time, is painful and difficult, but once you get off that fence it gets alot easier. Nice work, Uriah. Linda
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The very thought of last things has the power to haunt the poet's soul. World class, Uriah. As always, Sandra