Without Claim

Every time I walk near

It’s always so quietly;

Every time I call you

It’s always so gently.

We met at a cafe:

We’re fine – we don’t embrace;

We look at each other

And ask for forgiveness.

We shouldn’t be lonesome

with the wind and the rain

But I’m clueless with tears

while your face is frozen

This place is a beauty

But my soul is empty;

What’s real? What’s the difference?

Or imagined ordeal?

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