shot in the dark


I missed your missive

You must not’ve sent it

I cannot believe that you hadn’t really

Meant it

Then at times it mainly seems

You have spoken only in my

Dreams

Nearly as though I imagined

These ages and stages of life

These days when I would be your

Wife

The near attempts at communique

Took me to this raucous state

Who are you now

Or will I ever know

Is this the real you

And the other was a

Show

Difficult to traverse

These lines

I’ve rehearsed many times

But the words to not flow

From my mouth

Because I may not be the person you

Know.

 

 

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