Dear You,

Don’t pretend
that you know nothing
at the reality
being in love with
me,

the sadness when
I’m not around, and
the absence of
my presence at the
pain of the ground.

You steady at
a pace, in a space,
a brief encounter
of the guiltless self
in the dark and dream.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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