He calls me confused
When truth is
I've never before seen
With such clarity
And understood
That when lover
Rather than reach
Beyond all matter
To simply be together
Melt in other
With peace and serenity
Of plain expressions,
Plays games
Of blame or ardour, questions
Dons cover
Chooses excuse and ease
One after another
Of dearth or distance -
He wasn't ever
He is not
He will never be
In love at all.
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