A Wistful In Conflict

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(Updated 01/03/2020)








Surrendering to nostalgia,

I’m deaf to the ticks of clock.

I hear nothing

but throbbing,

and the murmurs of our dream. . .






. . . enduring an invincible wish:

Your breath

soft-talking to my skin;

Mine chasing yours to live.

Let me call TheCab for reality.






. . . for who did love,

and didn’t lose it

at some point?

Sanity in apathy—

it is not strange at all.






Battling an invisible war

is always one’s call.

Dire! I died over

and over

taking the call.






Should have

hang up?

Mistake?

Bigger than popsie in orange–

oh, that I know!






Yet still,

the hopeful romantic still

thinking in vain,

hoping and loving

just the same.








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