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You.

For whether you knew it or not,
It was your destiny to be my greatest joy and
My deepest sorrow. The force
That tumbled my world down, to rebuild it
In the blink of an eye,
In such form and shape as to shelter you
Within its warm boundaries. Eternity
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Is a brave claim to make, but
I do so with quiet calm and kind certainty - 
To me, you shall forever be
Sweet light
And mournful shadow. The eye
Of my once-whirlwind, the memory
Of the undertow beneath
My still waters.

My tears and recriminations
Bow in supplication to
This silent strength in my soul
That binds me to my truth:

In you, I was once home.

~ACM  

(Original 13 Apr 2019 rev. 03 March 2020)


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