Three of swords, reversed

 Inside the space

you put in between

and I must give

which I hope

- for the flesh is weak -

is only to cope

and turn meek

the pain in two ends within,

never out of hate...

I also wish for a fate

where hearts are still open

to make odd numbers a bit more even,

one where we live

and forgive

and I say to your face

(god-willing, in your embrace)

that you will always have your place...

Where no matter how long

in whatever that chsnges

and happens

once again you may sit and belong

to my life

and my strife.

Here, this that I feel,

the missing,

is still grand.

Maybe if I stop wishing

and let be done the working

at theirs and your good will

the results you all shall grant.

 

And yes, I will always receive the new,

but oh, if only you knew

the much I yearn

for your return

with yet more to be laid bare

and, ready to share,

become more to learn.

 

29/11/2023