By kevin urenda
Date: 7 November 1999
edge of desert
edge of desert
This place is far lonelier than
I remember
you called me out of here
or
so I thought
to come away with you
not just to play
but to refashion two lives into one
some small measure of
constancy to anchor to
in a world changing at breakneck
speed
love is supposed to be an oasis
but
in this
desert of alone
I see no hint of hope, no mirage
Where
there once was dedication
to a single future
there is again emptiness
as if "we"
never existed
11.07.99
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