I still love you
but I fear being near you
wound with a touch
bruise with a word
a whispered dream of hope
brings down crashing waves of dispair
I reach for you
finding only your ghost
lost here, drowning
in a tidal wave of love
and pain
and neglect
yet I hold on
determined thing that I am
always dreaming of you, of me
and wildflowers.
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