The Truth

October 27, 2017

Now I am traveling
my twilight journey,
deprived of all company
but your own
and that proffered, withdrawn
with a constant inconstancy
as though you're one desire
where to dismay.
When we are alone
there you are,
in your utter appeal,
It’s in pain, you know,
for a leaf to be torn from
its tree,
an eye, from its mirror
why are you hurting me?

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