When I go apart
to be alone in prayer
I bring a book of memories
bindings burst and worn
from countless readings
Your chapters remain
an epic and untold anecdote
lacking significant dialogue
tastes not torn from croissants
in cafes of uninspired cliches
Mornings with stimulants
galvanize a disorganized mind
billowing and gossamer whispers
refrain the echo of regret...
distances untraveled during formative times
Glancing south and east
scanning horizons for
unanticipated reciprocation
for an invitation less requisite
than curious to acknowledge
Unfortunate reluctance
toward optimism
omniscience is your birthright
guarded beneath such gauche trinkets
as would provoke curiosity
so I remain. Quietly.
Poised for disappointment
Counseling that beloved stumbler
into an estranged uncle's offering
which could surpass all ambition
but only when and only if
you should remember to ask
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