The wait

 these tears 

moments of real 

remind me

of all the men

you visit me

in every moment 

of skin to soul 

soul to thought 

thought to tears

i reconcile

to the inevitable 

to what is not

to what is

you come first as a haze 

then you have form

then you dominate

i give up

the feeble fight

 relapse 

understand 

accept

this is the new world

after the cold grays

of every day

the emotion runs free 

like the touch of spring 

the fall of rain

the warm sun on your face

feel human 

accept 

move on

the heart

this mind

these devils

these truth keepers hold a mirror everyday to the real

in the quiet of the noise i see you

i see us

fall back

into the tortured quiet 

of the wait

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