Thursday 1 August 2024

stumbling

 stumbling 


now and then 

slipping on the tears

dropping from a drooped eye

that is too heavy to raise itself up

to run across such sad words as yours 


to die might be better

than to hold a longing such as this

to appear brave in my waiting my love

when all I want to do is wring my hands

and cry

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