Rifting
heart-lift
once believing
he loves me!
feet flying
and all is thought into
word-exchange
love fly-winged
thought.
Have you too lifted
all you could,
to offer?
(words drift
like flaked wood
chips in the coffer)
Cinders now
and now too old
for such
young love.
Too old to polish other
than what we have.
And what is that?
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