just You and me, your devotee

close as the bark and the Tree

 

your secret keeper

your daughter, yet deeper

 

you were all of everything

all the songs I dreamed to sing

 

You gave your self as did I

surely, none of this could ever Die

 

yet here You are not, and I thought I was there

to whom shall we allot the most solitude to bear

 

I wish it was translucently clear

You are the wound most raw and dear

 

all that is seen is the dark hole we Both left

the truth is that it too was a theft

 

i wish it were simpler, much less complex

not this empty tormenting mess

 

for the longing is much but most of all

simply an unexpected phone call

 

the question hangs, who is to blame

a mountain of unanswered…let’s just say game

 

for sparing feelings and hiding pain

is the game we play, again and again

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