Like a Lover
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Sorrow,
you moan my name day and night
and seek out my anguish, grief, and misery
making me melancholy and mournful . . .
because of you I pick up a pen
and woebegone words . . . drip, drip, drip, drip-
Then, leave me until you call me back
to embrace me, so I may suffer again-
and like a lover, I hold you
pressed to my heart . . .
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April 15, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Like A Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1013-207-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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