Don’t Love Another


Though years may add great distance
to an already insurmountable divide,
on far fetched paths hope still travels
where on such journeys a heart may abide.

In your favor, my own still resides
waiting, wild as ever, for your return
and it aches for a voluntary reply
to either reunite, or of absolute denial.

Was, in fact, the flame fully extinguished?
Were the ashes then spread at goodbye?
Or does an ember faintly still flicker,
but is it blind to a wanting eye?

If your answer does not favor me,
or is of a certain, finite duality,
do not allow your actions to refute
your words as final, absolute truth.

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