I found my quiet on a rainy night,

windows crying a typical why,

my mind reeling with a wondering eye

what might her words tonight underly.

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I cannot predict a tear

doesn’t matter really where,

a moment in time suspend

my eyes become water no end.

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I wish I might understand mystery

what gives claim to such trickery,

the mental health of passion speak

only when our lives in love do peak

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Today I wandered inside sweet memory

finding solace in my own vulnerability.

© Scott F Savage 2019