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