Writer’s Lament

I can write you tender, but I cannot write myself true

and these feeble words crumble in the face of my own heart,

as they ache and tremble to hold the weight of restless nights and tepid afternoons,

heavy with absence.

I can write you tender, but I cannot write myself true,

my efforts waver and sink,

they drown in silence.

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