Sunday, November 15, 2015

11/15 Sun


What a complete, utter fool am I to think
Love would find me again. That to another I
Would be first.

Such is a hurtful, delusional fantasy, such idiocy, 
I can not any longer count love as a possibility, yet,
When could I?

The  small equilibrium gained a half year ago,
Now broken, is a cost dear. I hope only I can regain
Me alone needed.

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