LETTER TO A FRIEND

We have felt it before;

to others we have opened our being,

souls and hearts,

and it hurts

when it ends,

a duet of hearts

coming to a close

for the entrance of loneliness,

the opening of old memories

and wounds,

giving up the puss of remembrance

and self-pity;

but not for us!

lest we scrutinise this bondage,

picking its meat

'till skeletal, lifeless fact remains;

for mystique and mutual unspoken understanding

still warms our hearts;

to nurture love and truth

as one.

Ups and downs,

backwards and forwards: a child on a swing,

mother waiting anxious for his return to ground;

I may swing with moods

but I must come down

to walk on the ground beside you.

               A temporary break may be best ...

There was more to this ...

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