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By Ali Date: 2002 Aug 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.09.17.07.32742]] |
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Who holds my flame now? Is another burning in my place? I wonder if the fill is correct for the fit, Or merely just an attempt to avoid An empty pair of shoes. There's no cause for regret, But I would think wistfullness Would be permissible, Considering what we were, And what we weren't To each other-- Oh, yes my dear, I loved you so. It feels like a sunset that fades, A smile that wanes, Or a pretty little picture That always seems to change, Evidence of the existence of a Love, Better loved and lost, Than never felt at all-- Therefore I suppose, I could be apt and/or able To excuse the past, Even though the future Is of no consequence any longer, Between you and I. Play out the notes without me, And perhaps one day I will hear the song. Write out the words if you can find them, And perhaps one day I will read them, Somehow. Find the moral of the story, And tell me if it was always there, And maybe I just never noticed, Never could Or never dared-- Tell me, Tell me quickly, Who holds my flame now? |