You are talking with quiet lips
Words falling on death heart
Whispering nothing flowing through midnight storms.
Reaching for and ear.
Hoping for a validating response.
Sometimes even in love
You are lost
But can't move
Tried to what you desire
Holding on to the past memories
Searching the lonely faces in the crowd.
Sometimes even in love
You died over and over again.
Praying for oneness
Wholeness
Completeness
Never accepting what is
Sometimes even in love
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c) 2014
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