How did it happen,

That I am privy to your heart

But you, not to mine?

The wishing of worlds long asleep

Will not change the damage done.

Sleep, my heart drowning in sorrow,

Like the soft rain

Which rolls in on a misty morning.

Catch my hope

Before it ripens into conscious thought

And furtively deposit seeds of tears

To replenish salted earth.

Scorched heart, you lie still

Heavy with the grief

Of unexpressed love

Which now must hide

Behind shuttered eyes.

My sorrow, unavailing.

You will not change

And I cannot bear it.



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