She, departed
How am I to presume that loves radiant
shadow fall,
To the dark interior of life's call,
New feelings are laid in your way, they
cry
New stars now to seek,
That I should not look at my life as
something bleak.
But instead, free, fly, but then
plummet in remembrance,
the wave of passion, had carried me to
far,
as was the excuse of the betrayal,
as is my understanding of the weeping
willow,
Why do you weep so?
Did she leave you to, tell you that you
were to far from the shore,
From the beach of familiarity and
regularity,
Is that why you slouch, you feel, as if
the forever green of your leaves
Should loose there radiance and fall.
If you hear me now, do not feel for me,
If you did it would but hurt, not see, nor
feel
Nor know if the world was still turning, for
You as you are, shall be as you
are, shall be as to me, a memory of love,
And what, perhaps, it shouldn't be.
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