Why do you wait for me?
To seek love's fierce intensity.
Why stage such cruel theater?
To grasp your indifference.
Why listen to this mournful song?
To drown in your absence.
Why crave such distance?
To walk our memory-soaked paths.
Why hold me in your gaze?
To touch you with both hands.
In the quiet imagination of possible rain...
why did you sketch my portrait?
To deliver emotion.
Why forget my touch?
To deepen solitude.
To nurture solitude...
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