Last
night I cried
After
Love
Afraid
of fleeting
Of
losing
Of
separation
We
whisper of what
Troubles
me – the consideration
Or
not, the problematic for
Me
non-hearing of his voice
I
object
It
isn’t demand for
Change
that makes
Me
cry, it is the
Hopes
simply
To
be thought of
And
then not having
Any
evidence of
Any
thought
Just
empty
Air
Last
night I cried
After
Love
Afraid
of fleeting
Of
losing
Of
separation

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