Never her lover,

Nor even a friend:

It cannot be over,

If it never begins.


Let me sing this song,

A tune for her ear:

It will not be long,

Before I am near.


I watch from the margins,

As she moves through her day;

I wait with chagrin

‘til I do what I may.


Without cause to my intent,

I won’t rest until I am spent.


(January 29, 2018)

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