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I miss you. Your wicked smile and dark shiny hair were in my dreams last night.
I realize I haven't wept over you
Not really
I've wept for what your family, my daughter, lost
The possibility of future years wiped away...
For the both of you
I've wept the polite tears of grief,
even if I was not at the funeral
I've wept for youth ended -
Yours in an agonizing torment of months as disease ravaged and won
Mine abruptly with the news
I've wept the tears of hope,
wet prayer drops that you now have peace -
after those last weeks
after a twisted life here
But I've never wept as the lover -
the old lover, who never had the last kiss
Nor a last one to place upon your cold lips
Our last kiss is cold too now
grown cold with time
it's heat, our heat, dissipated over the years
Never to be sparked to flame again
I've never cried the tears of a woman scorned -
the one who will never again have the opportunity to say no,
and fuck you with a vengeance anyway
And there you were in my dream
broad shoulders I could finally count on
the warmth of our hearts finally meaning more than the
the fever of fornication
or the heat of anger
all light, potential finally realized
No shadows
Just your wicked smile and that dark shining hair
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