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| isle of skye 2012 |
flutters kick
against my insides,
yet the heart beats
deliberately-
sending
the all's clear alert.
I was not in danger
of loving your heart.
the hugeness of mine
could not fill
your emptiness.
I longed
to love you-
captured in your skin
inhaling your scent.
though dizzied,
I was not bowled over.
sometimes make believe
seems so real.
I could have pretended
for a moment longer as
the play of the game
is the possibility
that life can be
free and easy.
it isn't that.
I pay with hurt feelings
and a breech of
what was thought to be
a shared impulse.
I'm left melancholy,
ego hidden.
looking to next.
tomorrow,
not you.
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