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when my voice
can no longer
be remembered

when the feel
of my touch
has vanished
from your memory

when you cannot
recall the joy
or bittersweet
pain we shared

then that will be
when you have
broken the obsession
that is "US"
I can't remember
why I'm here
I only know
my heart lay
broken on this floor
...shredded...
... shattered...
never to be
the same again
there is no
repair for this
as I travel into time
I have the chance
to relive this day anew

hours erased from my past
actions undone and
words were never spoken

what if those moments
were precious
never could they
be repeated
what then is my cost
of their loss...

so I travel out of time
trying to find the minutes
to capture the thoughts
that once were

by days end
what I knew was
that time never stands alone
future is always
holding its hand
LOVE is a word
LOVE is a touch
LOVE is a truth
LOVE is a sound
LOVE is a look
when made in full round
then LOVE is grace

LOVE is so deep
maybe risk that leap
LOVE is a thought
one moment caught
LOVE is a need
when all chains are freed
split blood says something
measured by drops or liters
how much is too much
who holds the knife holds the blame
streets splashed with blood can't be cleaned
our moods can not help but fluctuate
        dealing with a flawed state
            sometimes quite true
                     deep blue
                    then bright
                luminous white
         can take over our senses
leaving us with actually no defenses
I know what it is you did
you know what it is you hid

I've known your secrets all along
I know you think you've done no wrong

You insult me if you assume I'm naive
I'm quite shrewd you can believe

I don't plan to trespass  your cover
but you must realize I'm bound to hover

You've become so good at donning your mask
getting you to surrender could be quite a task

Maybe now you'll think twice before you offend
being aware that I'll surely be there to contend
classic poem of Couplets
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