My dear, what has become of you

Electric you were, a discarded robot you remain 

In my eternal now, devoid you remain
Replays of empty shelves, the dust collects 

The fear of your self being known to me, like a wedge between us which grew and grew

A divide as far one can see, a hug feels empty as any touch is in vain

Matters of the heart are simply complex, to the outsider.

Inside is a clear early morning, vivid green grass, the dew twinkling with the rising sun. Crisp cool air surrounds.

This is where to begin, again. 


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