See my tears?
I cry them for you...
Not mine the agony of soul
for chances missed
and deeds undone,
for love not given
and lives unlived.

See my eyes?
They look for you...
Still there outside the gate,
awaiting someone's hand
to push the buzzer once
and let you in.
See my heart?
It beats a steady balm
of love upon your wounded spirit,
grim and bleak and torn
and signals peace.
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Zenkitty Zenkitty
51-55, F
Sep 9, 2012