I look yet can not see
I listen yet can not hear
I feel yet sense nothing
from you in return.
My demons tell me you’re
not real, how else can I
explain your indifference
your avoidance of me.
I’d no expectations save
you lived up to who you
say you are. I know, you
know, I am a fool.
No one seems to know…
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… and if they do, they don’t.
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Yeah, sth like that.
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Great post 😁
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Ouch. This one hurts both ways, Eric. Happens a lot to people. An exceptional poem.
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Thank you, Diana – I’ve been turning some of my ‘His & Her’ prose into poems – it’s surprising how little it takes to re-shape it – and given its source an edge often comes with it!
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Oh, that’s interesting. I like the transformation. 🙂
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That passionate. And you are not a fool. You are wonderful.
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Thank you kindly, G – in man a fool an ever present thing, wonder is what a woman gives.
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