I held her in my arms with tender hands,
And this heart made no commands –
For it’s only love that understands!
The sadness of her spirit now calls,
But why is there a need to build walls?
The mistakes of yesterday the mind recalls.
The tension builds – I clear my throat,
Tears rush in as I make a note –
It’s about yesterday the books men wrote!
So here in the stillness of time I lie . . .
Why did you leave me, O sweet love, why?
Thomas Theophilus© December 27, 2024
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