somehow the wires get crossed
or maybe there are no towers
for the words to flow across
it all ends so abruptly
the same way that begins
one doesn't give enough
the other's attention wans
it is the fine art of deception
cloak and dagger I believe
I don't need to a sleuth
to see the intricate weave
please excuse my heart
for showing that it cared
giving what you needed
and always being there
I loved you more than moments
we did or did not share
when the darkness falls
your shadow disappears
searching, ever searching
through the vast, thick haze
questions never answered
lost inside this maze
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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