With nothing to offer
but my own confusion,
I wandered through the night
Holding you close
while letting you go,
a darker prophecy claimed the light
The end came too soon,
the beginning was dead,
all connection torn and lost
In the distance to cast
our last lot to goodbye,
redemption—the true cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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