Like knifeblades, lately, your words to my heart.
And still ever that smile, so soft as we part.
Can you feel it, this drifting and do you act out of grace?
Or are you oblivious to the tears on my face?
My Someday is receding too far out of view
Yet I can't turn away from the beauty of you.
A partner, you say, would help ease my load
Yet you will not step in where my heart would enfold.
My heartsong's turned somber and salty as brine
With the thought that I never may call you mine.
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