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To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain,
is to know such pain,
it's jagged edges tearing into my soul.
As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself,
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself,
warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing.
Or feel the beating of your heart.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
Aware in every moment of every day that my dreams,
Aware in every moment of every day that my dreams,
my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours,
will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful,
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful,
us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever -
are now but small pieces of my past.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
Your heart a tight fist of anger
Your heart a tight fist of anger
and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you.
I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
Is to know that I've lost my place on this earth.
Is to know that I've lost my place on this earth.
My station. My heart's home.
That I will wander, forever a nomad.
Alone and afraid.
And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days.
For the balance of my days.
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