12.3.12

Adieu, to you too.

How do you do?
I sing, just to you,
I would love nothing more 
than to lean against you.
But you see, it is true
that my heart broke in two,
When you whispered adieu,
yes my heart
broke in two.

Fear lies in my chest,
born of love not dead yet.
The winter not passed
without yearning anew.
I would love nothing more
than my hand on yours, too.
But when my heart broke in two
I stopped waiting on you.

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