Lasting
is defeat.
is only mourn.
nostalgia for something that never was
than ever will be.
My love poem
construction of cards in the air
an effort an intention absolutely fruitless.
I longed for a word
longed for a hello or
a quick glance without hope.
I surrender without pride or vanity
has defeated me so casually,
but I can still pray.
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