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Misunderstandings and preparations for the heart break

Are all that seem to flood my mind these days

In your absence I’ve bridged levees with art and silence and incompetent replicas

But nothing drowns out the blinding honest that your comfort lies with and in and around

Someone else

So I wait and I pray and I try

To comprehend that perhaps we’re not meant to be

And that’s when the oceans flow

A muscle accustomed to pumping sheer interest in you births a bitter acquiescence to the acknowledgement of its demise

Misdirected vows of loyalty yield solitaire diamonds and solitaire existence

A joker in love’s losing game.

PEACE,

Jess