An Apology

the night quietly gathers

one last time,

as the sun slowly disappears,

I will never see your

vast, luscious valleys,

never taste the sweetness

of your swift running streams,

never hear the sound

of your softly rustling leaves,

blowing in the cool, gentle, breeze,

never find the peace of your

distant, fading solitude,

never know the mystery of your

intoxicating touch;

again;

that is all

which can be said,

now it shall be no more,

just as so many others

which were but are not,

nothing, nothing at all,

simply a fading mist,

a slight murmur among

the daily buzz,

goodbye my love

that is but never was;

I’m sorry.

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