{… time stopped …}

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

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means. View all posts by Sibelius Russell

a magic moment with holly says:

November 21, 2017 at 09:51

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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Angela van Son says:

November 24, 2017 at 02:47

Wow!

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TooFullToWrite says:

March 14, 2018 at 15:36

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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