Shall I be the bearer of forgiveness When inertia steals precious moments? Pen and patience bleed dry on ink As your absence deprives me From feeding a muse' s hunger. Verses silenced like frozen leaves Till drafts now guide me past excruciating hours; Calming my doubts as I reflect How abandoned your soul cries For deep catharsis. And so I listened, listened To psalms of your discontent Those late answers leaving me vacant-- Yet , into mirrors of twilight I slowly begin to understand The worth and weight of all your own torment.
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