Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Working on Loving.

At moons I feel an island lone
Even gators fear to land
As close as to a fire honed
Are the number of my friends

But strange, there is a peace I keep
I understand that we are different
As our frequencies don't meet
You are wise to keep a-distant

Better it is to be apart
than to be uncomfortable
A glimpse into Jeremiah's heart
Strange; sweet instead of bitter

So if I leave without a soul
to remember my existing
May I have peace enough to know
I've never stopped from loving.

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