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Seven Years in the Grave
A Poem
oh, i thought you left me on the far shore,
back where i rotted as if i were no better than a skeleton —
the carcass of a yesterday love, something that could never be —
but the truth is you were holding your breath and keeping secrets.
what truth did you have to destroy to live on?
what hope did you have to squander to move on?
what dreams did you let fall when no one else would listen?
oh, hello, love, i see you there now.
i pined for you for seven years, seven long years,
and thought nothing was all God would give me.
i went into the arms of the devil just because
the thought of losing you was far too much.
but still i dreamt for years and years,
spaces out of time and out of reason,
of a day when you’d grab my wrist
or maybe get down on one knee.
they laughed at me when they thought
of a world where you and i could be together,
but i’m ready to make that world with you
if you’ll still have me, if you’ll still have me.
