exquisite anguish -
~ the sad sea greets me, ebb and flow ~
why do I fancy heartache so?
it isn't pleasant, sweet or fun
it carries not, a buoyed charm
no sullied mirth to e'er disarm
assigns no blessing when it's done
still I contend to leave it go
(and feign aversion, lest it show)
perhaps I've reached my own accord
accepting as the status-quo
this melancholy gag reflex
to all that dimmer deeds can vex
and while the urge still pushes so
it's shadows that I'm pushing toward
salvation's scabbard, short a sword
perchance love's residue still stains
when love is lost, the breathing soul
seeks refuge in a heavy heart
to savor grief with joy apart
losing that which made it whole
instills the worth of passion's pains
left to embracing what remains
I doubt I'll come to understand
why now-and-then a heart can break
yet prove to flood you, bittersweet
with joy and sorrow mixed, replete
such sad delight, this blessed ache
left with what our hearts remand
true love sifting through our hand
~ I scratch "I miss you" in the sand ~
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