Dear, What Was It
'Dear-What Was It'
The Daughter that we made, or the one that
chose to leap the ledge too fly away.
'Dear', I can't present, them here as kings to be,
what they aren't, some thief in the night, whom
comes and goes through my front door.
Even now I'm fraught, as I must be and even now,
the blind can see what I am not, and we are miles apart.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2023
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