my foot won't
bear my body forward
my being can't
bear the weight
of my own life I carry forward
I call from out the
store of my own mind
for a man I
loved and lost, is
over water with
another and
I miss him dear - he
loved me for
my property, perhaps
he never saw
my face he
liked the stones we
lived within he
liked the place - he
said he saw
something in me -
the truth is never
far away but I do not
see it easily. I
look on every face I've
known and being
knocked prone I know
I nothing know and
never knew them
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