ONE I LOVE
The truest of thoughts remains to be seen. The white of
your wing stands distant, and I remain haunted by the
words you don't say. Each moment of silence; a mural
of anguish, a bridle of fears. Each moment, alone, in
the hush of your lips and of my own quiet tears, is the
grain of ten decades, and one hundred cold years. This
lasting unknowing is denial at hand, all-engulfing the
daylight, and my night sky is damned. Speak those shy
thoughts that you've buried in stone.
I'm alone, I'm alone, until your heart is one shown.
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