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Dalilahshigaraki
I wrote you a note
And now I'm waiting to hear back.
People don't talk about how scary this is enough.
Maybe I'm just scared because I always start them,
But I never finish the relationship.
My first love told me
She had the wrong sexuality-
Our whole thing was a lie.
My second love was a mistake,
i was willing to give more than I had,
And they wanted more than I could offer.
My family ended that one.
My third love was a cute boy named Joey.
We had everything in common,
But it was just a summer fling.
As you can see,
Not long from now
nor far from here’s
the place where all
that matters now,
even if it matters then,
must matter to
somebody else.
To anyone who finds
this note: good luck
and look ahead
to your last place
not far, not long
from when and where
you read this—your
eyes, your mind
alive and quick
I am only a note in the chorus,
A leaf in the fluttering June,
A wave on the deep.
These things that I struggle to utter
Have all been uttered before.
In many another heart
The selfsame song was born,
The ancient ache endured,
The timeless wonder faced,
The unanswered question nursed,
The resurgent hunger felt,
And the eternal failure known!
But glad is the lip of its whisper;
The wave, of its life;
The leaf, of its lisp;
And glad for its hour is my soul
Sometimes when I am at tea with you
I catch my breath
At a thought that is old as the world is old
And more bitter than death.
It is that the spoon that you just laid down
And the cup that you hold
May be here shining and insolent
When you are still and cold.
Your careless note that I laid away
May leap to my eyes like flame
When the world has almost forgotten your voice
Or the sound of your name.
The golden Virgin da Vinci drew
May smile on over my head,
And daffodils nod in the silver vase
When you are dead.