If I could be completely silent
perhaps this heart of mine could heal
but alas, I am a poet
words bleed from every pore.

Sonnets, rhythms, complete
verses of nonsense
without pause.
The longing in my soul
fertilizes my pen
making silence impossible.

Why do I suffer so?
I expect it’s because
I think my love is not

I stay hungry
in the middle of a feast
too blind to see
what’s in front of me.
I long for what
I’ve always had.

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4 Responses to Reciprocal

  1. Great post, My Dear!!!
    xoxo 💖🌹


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