Preoccupation
I search for you eagerly
in the shadows of your words
hoping to find the meaning I desire.
In the love-glens of my fading memory
smoldering ashes of distant fires linger,
glimpses of you with deep-rouged cheeks.
Mere recollection of your scent assassinates
my heart.
Across the vast wilderness of separate lives we’ve wandered
apart
crippled by our moments in other lovers' arms.
Do we share desire?
Is it too late?
I search for you eagerly,
in the shadows of your words.
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