how decent of my love to show up at the wrong time.
when there's nothing left for you to give.
where there's nothing left for you to feel.
why there's nothing left for you to trust.
i'm told to thank g-d for this for this decent, into nothing; where your love is waiting.
poetry, poetic prose, experimental expression: my journey with words, meanings, memories, love and dreams.
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