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Our Sad Reality
I held on for so long
to the summer of my life
I held on as long as I could
while you were gone,
but I never found the words
that would tell you how I feel,
how this dream survived
all the pain of lonely years.
It's hard to say now,
that in the gravity of speech
the weight of a parting kiss
could mean anything,
still this dream demands
that I see clearly what I am:
an elaborate ruse, an enigma
of a false identity
and this is our sad reality,
but it's not the way I thought
our life would be, not how I dreamed
this dream of you and me.
04/29/2024
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