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Oct 2016
You turned away with steely eyes, a man once soft now cold as ice
I begged you to stay, yet you refused to think twice
Merely another moral vice

And it makes me ponder, do you ever even halt to wonder?
About who I am or who I will be?

Perhaps a century passed with persistent pleas for you, from me
All the while you may be found perched upon a stool, cackling like some unconcerned fool
Not stopping to wonder who I will be

Was I a disastrous debacle, a thing full of promise shot down with a bang?
Or excessively erratic, a real toll on your brain?

Aid me in answering a few inquisitions, for placid pensiveness pushes me senseless
A cryptic enigma I'm trying to solve, however I've all but lost my resolve
Won't you answer my inquiries?
Aren't you ready to love?


Millennia drip by like liquid, decaying
I remain inanimate, restless, and waiting
Trying to convey the multitude of things you’re not saying

Daring to hope that you’re off on your own, curiously thinking
About who I will be

With a pliant personality, I wear my heart on my sleeve
With stubborn egocentricity, you wear yours in no place that can be seen

Might this be the reason for our poignant play of events?
No matter the reason, the past has been tinted
Battered and dented, a life with no sense left
Sincerely Gill
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Sincerely Gill  Illinois
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