In the aeons I have felt my heart cry
Begun from the lonely parting of the forgiven emptiness
Suffered at the hurried passing of time
In all the while each hand travels its journey unfeeling
Forever until the ends of this life lived
Yearning for the one unhad or unknown
Insufferable loss from the never knowing
Love that could have been if allowed to nurture
Taboo but for the dreams spun in the mists
While weavers hurriedly spin webs for others in the same plight
Aggrieved at the mournful nature of being the one
Suffering the loss of a piece of soul
A twin hewn as one in aged oak
Separated only by oceans in the breath of a sigh
These are the only tears I cry
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