Seeing you huddling
behind your wall,
I toss over notes of love,
offering you the love
you were unable to give to me;
Til, sorrowfully,
I must finally accept
that you are unable to feel my heart;
Turning you over to
the healer of all wounds,
I say goodbye, for now,
not to you, but only to your abuse,
until the time when your heart
is freed from its prison
and the waiting can at last be over.
written September 2019
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