time stopped that day
and it has never really started moving since
it was like
part of him broke, and
he’s just been kind of…
drifting
desire
is the yearning to have;
love
is the yearning
to be worthy of
and there is no more desperate hopelessness
than genuine love felt by
an unworthy
man
or woman, or both, now each trying to do their best with accepting life’s lot. Thanks for a lovely poem.
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Wow!
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Wonderful poem, time may of stopped that day but moments are crystallized in this that delicately explore love and the loss, making something timeless and elegantly poignant.
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