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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You said its realistic: that portrayal of love captured in a tiny window frame of romance – shrinking small in juxtaposition to the expanding love. Stood on the precipice of acceptance I look in while I can. Firm on your door mat where I bow my head and know im welcome. Circumstance. It wont let me enter. Here im left to stand, wipe my feet and cool my heels. On the edge of something queuing quiet for a quart of promised nothing, waiting for that ritual washing of hands. I said its real but sad. Paying for a moments happiness with a currency i feel I cant afford – a sorrow stretching over all of yesterdays tomorrows. The kind to leave me broke beyond belief but I still acquiesce thinking that in times ahead to keep me going I can think how much such an actual mess made me rich beyond my wildest dreams; albeit for a moment only – a muddy footprint at one of many turnpikes on lifes lonely journey. She said at least you have me for a little while for the alternative was not at all. That if its any consolation you would cry when it was time to say goodbye. But truth be told it felt like time was standing still and I had silly boy like machinations of keeping it like this. Holding hands and arms and never letting go. Drowning out the well known sound of time passing through my finger tips unlike that everlasting lingering taste of her upon my sullen lips.
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