I wish I caught every tear you wept,
Stood proud, open arms before you left.
The lust passes and the years follow,
The reality we are born into is hard to swallow.
I am a mouse among men,
But still with passion until my end.
You are the marauder who captured me,
And drowned too, beneath the sea.
In an embrace held short, I live,
There is no crime I would not forgive.
Trying to find life and breath
We are forgotten, left for death.
But still I wonder if within your chest
A piece of me may forever rest.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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