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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2053491
a short poem about a lost relationship
It is We

Who are we supposed to make happy?
Why can’t that be you and me?
Whether we want to call ourselves these names we loathe,
Or names we can believe?

I was once or am I now, a no one?
An abject fool of a perfect wish.
I wake up and grab for sky or rain.
But, neither can I kiss.

I was loved and loved a dream.
Caught up in what could be, it seemed.
I lost sight of true and what we were.
And now I think I see.

I wish for then what I know now.
A people are sustained by faith in the we.
It is we who maintain the pulse of our lives.
It is we who must sustain we.
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