O my love

I have just realised
The extent of your caress:

One minute was its worth -
No more no less.
All this time

I thought you left
For love of fame and money.
It has taken me

All this time
Till now 
To reveal

You left because
You held no love for me.
Only now do

These thoughts flower
And I can see
What yesterday

Before your letter
Was obscure to me.
You were not worthy.

And I am freed.
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