and without understanding
there is no healing
and without acceptance
there is no true feelings

saturday’s child sits by the widow
the time is ten o’clock
and they wait by the window

i do not feel too much –
for the old watermill
i know,
it sits up upon the hill

have you ever had your heart broken?
have you ever loved someone
and somehow lost them?

i will protect her –
at all costs –
from gossip
from scornful aspersions

no academia,
can save those eyes
there is a hollowness as –
truth gnaws away at the inside

taking pride of place
left feeling unlucky
by the size of fate

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