The Long Year
It really made things hard
Living across the courtyard
And seeing you here and there
But it was a melancholy treat
To feel so incomplete
A lonely, sweet, aching, blur
So one year I waited
In serene synergy with time
Wrote fire, rhyme, and song
I want to thank you for calling
And restoring the gnawing
And making the year so long
** Thanks for reading... Anton - www.foesofprose.com **
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