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The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail […] and I would follow, even into death. (insp.)


words are lost
mouths are closed
even through the silent pause
you take it all.


when I look at you 
I  see forgiveness
I see the truth
you love me for who I am
like the stars hold the moon
right there where they belong
and I know I’m not alone.