Three A.M.
Trimeter

 
Crowding thoughts
jostling in;
sleep must wait.

 

She is still

on a high 

pedestal.
 

His one light

now snuffed out.

What happened?
 

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Wrote to her;

talked with her;

walked with her.
 

Biked with her;

worked with her;

laughed with her.
 

Wined with her;

dined with her;

breathed with her.
 

Words of love;

deeds of love;

gifts from love.
 

All the while

looking up,

thanking God.
 

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She seeing:

delusions?

or lying –
 

no motion

to become

free for her –
 

feeling used?

Conned? Abused?

Burned, relearned.
 

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His mind shrieks

“I have learned!

Please God,return!”
 


 

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