-reading Frost
and Dickinson
-is the way my life went
There was
-an air of distrust
-for Wordsworth'ian ideologies
My love ,
ye hath left me,
I feel not
-for your going
It has
-numbed my soul
I feared living
-before you arrived
I fear
-having to live without you
For you have left me
-with words that speak
-of my failure
-unto you
-unto me
-into we
And now I am plunged
into this endless sea
-see
-see me seep
-but how can you now
-you hath left me
There are reasons
I failed
-to be your voice of
-yet failure has none
-and now you have done
- the 'we' are done
So I bring no joy
-you did
-your void doesn't
-that smile is a scar
-of my life a farce
I will be
-whenever be
-wherever may
-but November
-be dead spring
Until a random thought
-of you springs
-greens me
-then dries me
-burns me
Like four seasons
-in a flash
-tormenting my flesh
-reminding me of fails
-until I exhale
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