Let Me Think Loneliness Loved
Do not ask my love for the same fire,
My sweetheart, the embers tire.
Be near me as if it was spring again,
Yet now last night lingers in the rain.
Before you came, the world was bare,
A wasteland of solitude, thin as air.
Now let me think, where did we stray?
Did we slip, lost on the way?
Be near me, I whisper low,
but distance is all you seem to know.
We are some lover to some beloved, apart,
both lost—my heart, my traveling heart.
I have loved a little, worked a little, tried,
but found myself with only pride.
Here in love’s prison, trapped, I stand,
incarceration in isolation, unplanned.
Yet we shall see, or so they say,
if love returns, or fades away.
For we are we who were executed, slain,
by silence, sorrow—love’s prison game.
WoPoLi 
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