#1023054 added December 28, 2021 at 11:19pm Restrictions: None
What I Carry(But Love)
What is keeping the stars apart?
What is in my heart
(that was many times
torn apart)?
I cannot venture — but — (in my mind)
to that glowing, wondrous galaxy,
capturing a fool every night
dreaming.
What is keeping me, (in abstentia)
from rejoining:
welcoming arms, busses upon cheeks,
shining faces brighter
than a lone, dim one
(once the sun,
gleaming) before a supernova
sent me?
Hiding in this dark, I wonder
each night where
each of you are, if
you'll near me,
the right one heal me,
heal my heart, (so) no longer
vexed by (this) unwillingness
to be torn apart,
again.
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