Soft echo of my own thoughts,
Cool drops rolling down my cheeks,
Shortness of air released through
Tight throat with a sore voice.
You were back answering my pleads,
you knelled on this front porch
as I dreamed, vowing to make it better,
to stay for good, to make me well.
My thoughts drifted to when you left,
that salted dam released my burden of love,
the air was enclosed in angst no more.
My tongue gained ghostly words, its last:
"I am sorry, but I can't... let you in.
I'd love to trust you again, but I don't."
Cool drops rolling down my cheeks,
Shortness of air released through
Tight throat with a sore voice.
You were back answering my pleads,
you knelled on this front porch
as I dreamed, vowing to make it better,
to stay for good, to make me well.
My thoughts drifted to when you left,
that salted dam released my burden of love,
the air was enclosed in angst no more.
My tongue gained ghostly words, its last:
"I am sorry, but I can't... let you in.
I'd love to trust you again, but I don't."
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