Lingering
The loves that lost or lingers on
to tempt fair heart with faintest song.
The small remnants of primal pain
that rise and rise over again.
Seeking so to immerse absorb
the core of oneness ego’s formed.
One is whole sum yet two can tear
many fine souls hold out in fear.
Loves reward when shared by two
teeters on a knifes edge of cold blue.
We hold hands with broken fingers
torn and grasping lovers linger.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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