MY Shoulders were blotting-paper for her tears
Naively I dealt with all her bad nightmares.
Every day her sanity was shaken?
Her grip on reality wasn’t reawaken
I was there attentively listening
And it was all just – so exhilarating:
I, being the thread that held two seams together.
She wanted us to marry, you know? – Whosoever?
But like birds in the sky, I can’t stay, settled
I yearn to fly, eventually be, resettled.
When the sun shines no more when seams, are torn
I want to stay, but have to leave love forlorn.
A Lover’s Migration
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