My rhyme is broken, my syntax heavy,
The days of poesy disappeared
I cling to the blinking cursor, waiting, it seems,
Curiously questioning –
Where are those words you entered here
To fill the space
To fill the void
Where are those words which used to mean
Used to be, used to open out your heart
A gallery of words.
Beauty fails me now, like it always did,
Fragments of misapprehended feeling
That’s all my words mean now
The only difference, the only, lone, sole, transitory difference
Is I no longer need to mean
Except when I’m with you.
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