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By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.05.23.54.23930]] |
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You cannot fill me. Though you give me all you can All warmth and attention, all time and patience All humor and thought, all passion and peace Still it will not fill the void. The void is my own. Though I struggle all I can To fill every moment, to heal every wound To feed every hunger, to know every truth Still the ache persists. I ache for connection. Though I think I can Listen and learn, comfort and commiserate Relate and reflect, share and sympathize Still I am alone. We are all alone. Though we still hold out hope To reach across the vast valleys of space and time and circumstance To love. Only when I am complete in myself can I be enough for you. Only when you are whole too can you be what I need. Only then, when we meet in lust's fire will there be something worthwhile left after that fire is quenched. |