as the world forgot what it knew of love…

How sure of itself – fate, to take you from me. I waited for you as the world forgot what it knew of love. And in all the crowded rooms chilled by the lack of you, my heart still called your name. So many years without you – disguised as a life. Through fallen decades, I hear the timbre of your last good-bye. Still, I listen. Even the jonquils are waiting in darkness for dawn. And morning will come. Tell me morning will come.

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