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Image: Melissa A. Robinson

When you say love

I hear the chains

you prattle on

I watch the rain

recede to memories

that I hold dear

you batter

at my walls

Wake up!

the bricks I pile

as fast as you

can hammer

while my chamber

shrinks, for all

I do to keep you

out does naught

but lock me in

and words that flowed

between us once

they trickle

some to springs

below and others

rise to form the clouds

that loose the rain

whereby you cling

to memories

of love, that word

you dare not speak.


© Elaine Stirling, 2012