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And the sound of your voice.
It's by choice that I now miss them.
Rather than meeting with you still.
I miss our conversations.
The one-sided hesitation on my part.
The emotions that were laid bare.
And the offers that may or may not
still stand.
I half wish there was a way.
There'd come a day the walls come down.
In that distance turns direct.
With face beholding face.
I half hope there was a way.
There'd come a day the curtains raise.
In that our lines intersect
outside cyberspace.
That day may never come.
Our feelings might've passed.
But some residue remains in me.
As does the half-chance
that we fulfill what we began.
Am I alone in this?
Radiant, tempting and forgiving.
I am forlorn and lingering.
Shifting in and out of joy.
And despair.
You ask, questions I don’t have answers to.
Deep and dark they are sometimes.
Loving and tender, they are sometimes.
Do I dare dance this dance with you.
A dance of blade and roses.
One soft and beautiful, simple and elegant.
One sharp and dangerous, even deadly.
When either clash there is a meaning.
Only one may draw blood or bring a spark.
Start a fire.
Prick a finger.
Which are you?
What is your intention.
Deadly?
Or something else.
For long I had wavered.
For long I had jostled.
Empty is my purpose now.
I no longer wait.
I no longer wonder.
My heart will want, for its wanton.
My soul dark because its sun has died.
A void has formed to swallow all existence.
Accept yours, accept you.