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Let’s not end without a little love.
I’m just pretending you are gone
From this November to the next
Every day—for a thousand years.

If I want to, I can pray.
But I’m not one for crawling.
Yet I’m on my hands and knees,
Waiting for another storm to pass:
The lightning that was a part of you.
I wish I was only pretending
It didn’t hurt like this anymore
To never be stricken again.

And the dreams of tears
Raise crisscrossed horizons.
I only want to sleepwalk them
To a time when my senses flew
To your voice; in a world
That isn’t there anymore.

You said its not goodbye forever,
But it feels like the time has flown,
And we’re just ripples on the water.
Just once in the garden it might matter
If we grew a whole new ray;
And you might come back someday.
And after we fall into the leaves,
We’ll see it bloom to life.

© 2018 Marten Hoyle