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By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.16.02.17.4736]] |
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Holding my hand while your mind's eye wanders Trappings of caring from habit not heart Detached and alone though I sit here beside you As we drift slowly but surely apart So I wait vainly hoping that you will return As this lapse buffets our burgeoning bond And continue a vapid lighthearted soliloquy Hoping some part of your mind/heart responds Are you licking old wounds or finding a cure? Are you running away or ensuring you're sure? My nagging suspicion about this affair Is to hold onto you is to hold onto air. |