WAS IT LOVE

WAS IT LOVE?

LOVE LEFT QUITE SUDDENLY
YET IT WAS IN THE OFFING ALL THE WHILE.
THE GOOD THE TRUE NEVER LASTS
NEVER LASTED, WITHERED WHILE
YOU WATCHED IT GO AND DIE.
LIKE THE TAUGHTENED STRING
OF A KITE WHICH NEVER FLEW
HIGH ENOUGH, BUT SNAPPED
SUDDENLY WITH THE STRAIN.
AND DRIFTED AWAY.
"YOU WROTE LOVE ON THE KITE,
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE."

LONELY BEING

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