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Somtimes in Surrender


missed
communication
words not even edited
but never said

how do I read between your lines
find what I'm supposed to find
your anger now informs me better
and instead

you don't say what you mean directly
sometimes I have to pry
no tears are forthcoming
the anger hints and what?..
the under-lies

sadness
and self-deceit
often I share your self-defeat
you may not think I see you
nor that I can understand

tears do not make the man
you said...but
you say this, perhaps
words ought to

I might love you even more
and would not consider tears
a weakness
but rather a sharing of your completeness
and your whole self

there can be greatness
when it rains
and afterwards
there might even be some sun
and then room to express the love
maybe, just maybe,
enough to clear your clouds away.

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