Softly you go
Lacking the grandeur of your coming
Summer thunder washed away with dawn of fall
Words formerly so sweet have found their bitter
Once again, somehow, you are only other
Relegated to lands beyond my knowing
Tenuous the bridge from one into the other
Bisected, now
Boundaries that should perhaps have always stood
Barren lands of one time possible expand in all directions
And I,
For all my words
For all my thoughts
For all my moments stolen from love
No longer want you
Perhaps never did
More than lust for the otherness of your same

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