Somewhere between falling from grace
is my wilful dissidence and shadow play
love is amorphous, hygroscopic even
dampens too often, seems to run away
what else but a heart to contain
for it holds pain well, goes ablaze
fitting for me, for I have been a stray
makes me unfit for my lover’s gaze
this is but another Saturday, like last
you and I are like flashes of some past
neither you, nor I can help us to be
so, lets drink Chardonnay and be in dismay
I don’t say it, but you know this heart caves
I often hold back on how this soul craves
Between our short, Oh! So short meetings
I am stilled in your presence, I find solace
At every absence of you I remind myself
That love is amorphous, and absence caustic
And I let it be, for there is no other way
I let it dissolve in my tears, eat me away
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