A Distant Journey
I think I knew before I understood The Intensity of what I could not see. I felt her resonant loneliness And her pain But those feelings I could not explain. We smile as we talked about Insignificant Nothings And as her eyes shifted About the room Her thoughts imbued in the Fragile discontent of the sadness I could almost touch Encapsulates my defenses Taking my breath away. Her innate affections shattered In her inability to convey What she really wanted to feel. Instead my love for her crumbled Into mournful weeping And the humble words that could Have been spoken between a Mother and her daughter Remain dormant in time.
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