So you have severed the tie
that binds me to you
Does the vacuum haunt
your sunset strolls.
Still of me you think
And the longing has you
in throes of denial.
Mask you can
your ears; but mine
shall fly over you, beneath
give you a stand.
I beckon with rustling wings
You move in the babbling brook
I shall change it to a tidal wave
my love, how can I deny
your wish
when it hurts thus.
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