We Always Knew

There was never a tantalizing treason

Or a pleasing pleasant reason

To keep cowered and crowded

Our hearts from the ones we knew we loved


And in the remaining blank canvases from those we held out

Of all those we loved and missed

From the bright lights of the nights in doubt

And the sweet sweat of the basking sun kissed


There we found that love was more in absence

That left while being by it close as if were its permanence

And its hills and endless sharp shards

Marring in its million pieces

Laid left from the days and nights sparred and spared


And stayed kept from realizing that nothing was ever wrong

Except the fears that had chained and its clinking song

Heard a thousand times in our minds

And its biddings like blinds on the eye’s rinds

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