Yahrzeit

 

One year later

I still don't know why we parted.

Something about

"I don't know what I want"

"I don't know what love is."

 

One year later

From the day you left

You asked us to join you sailing,

I knew it wasn't to be with me,

But I wondered if you knew.

 

One long, tragic year

Of empty searching;

What did I do wrong?

How could I have not known?

Why did it feel so good together?

 

One long, lonely year later,

I see other men----

Even found one who loves me

Even found one who's gentle and thoughtful

Even found one who's strong.

 

But one year,

Just a slow trickle

Through the hour glass

Of a heart that is filled

With sands of tainted love.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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