True-Cost Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

True-Cost



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)

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