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I don’t know whether at once She was happy or infuriated When I saw her, as I’ve seen her cry before But in joyous confusion I consoled her Caressing her fear and loneliness aside Along with the hate raging inside her tears Talks for hours consumed us yet again And sleep never followed long into the night Replaced with eons of lost laughter and joyous memories At least… that is what I’d wish for her. I do admit that this is only just a dreamt folly As she continues her days without thought Of the mistaken one that longs yet for her But unable to show outside of simple lines Known, unknown, cared and uncared These words reach out to grasp a wisp of sound Tumbling longingly into the memories once had Now without thought I myself write about her In mistaken hopes of gaining that which should not be gained To heal a decade of wounds that cannot be healed And so I only write, neither with name nor truth but my own and hope her life prosper without falling back into my arms At least… that is what I wish for her. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
At Least... That is What I’d Wish for Her (a.k.a. The Wrongs of This Write)
I don’t know whether at once She was happy or infuriated When I saw her, as I’ve seen her cry before But in joyous confusion I consoled her Caressing her fear and loneliness aside Along with the hate raging inside her tears Talks for hours consumed us yet again And sleep never followed long into the night Replaced with eons of lost laughter and joyous memories At least… that is what I’d wish for her. I do admit that this is only just a dreamt folly As she continues her days without thought Of the mistaken one that longs yet for her But unable to show outside of simple lines Known, unknown, cared and uncared These words reach out to grasp a wisp of sound Tumbling longingly into the memories once had Now without thought I myself write about her In mistaken hopes of gaining that which should not be gained To heal a decade of wounds that cannot be healed And so I only write, neither with name nor truth but my own and hope her life prosper without falling back into my arms At least… that is what I wish for her. © 2014
neal-emanuelson
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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