if i dig deep enough
surely i will find
true root of you
all i need of you
never given
once denied it seems
i must pine as tree to be
obsessively in love but perhaps
tis only envy, mortography
memorography, encapsulating me,
it won't last, tis just a mood
nothing a spell cannot be unspelled
but letters & songs they matter
more than we imagined
we are caught in between what
we felt then & where we want to be
who knows where
the time
goes?
remaining mortal is
curse enough
our love is mortality
writ in water, not dust
thus it lives on
because I wrote
it so
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