Speaking of Her
Her spirit dwells where peace becomes
A part of you, a part of one
You wish to have for this collage
Of life driven was my corsage
Of her, in me where quietly
Meets this day, insanity
You may think so, but not so quick
Replies my heart to our dry lips
Of her they rained upon a time
When I was hers and she was mine
Of conversations that dwell this day
Of her, of us, of yesterdays
Worn on sleeve now days of old
Of heart half filled as time proposed
To let go the best of me
Hanging shy of near empty
She knows me well enough to tell
Holding key in love that fell
Out of reach, slipping right through
Speaking of her, of light we knew
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