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 IN THE DARKEST HUE
In the darkest hue
of emotion
there is a
gnawing regret.

What could I have done
to save a dying hope?

It was too late
to salvage
a soul so
broken and
battered.

I tried...
I cried...
I loved...
I died...

Past the point
of desperation
you sought the
sweetness of
slow suicide,
looking for
solace in
a bottle
of Jameson.

And if you haven't
found it yet
at the bottom
of your glass,
I'm still here...

...not waiting,
just hoping;
with no regret
for loving you.


K.Tate Jacoby
Copyright May 21, 2009

        
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