I wonder what it is she did
Before she found love,
If not this time, then
The times before that
Stretching back to that first time
Was she merely engaged
In simple pleasures
A sleeper who did not wake
Until the sun rose and cast
Its light on her bed
Where it came upon
Two bodies entwined
That moment in the sun
When she woke to find
A thief had stolen her heart,
And would not return it,
Even now, even as her world
Crumbles and she’s force
To move on,
But to where, which direction,
Does she had a map to guide her
To some other life,
Some other love
That will fill the space
This love created when
It vacated her,
Does she still see his shape
On the distance wave
Like a sailor’s widow
Calling for his return,
Plain hears, immortal
Her love and his,
Still bound together
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