LAUREN O. THYME

      MY GREEK WARRIOR

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I loved a man.
Not for a few turns of the sun
Followed by
separation or divorce.

Not for a lifetime.
Growing old
till death do us part.

But for two thousand years.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Praying.

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Then having to finish.
Give up.
Relinquish
In anguish
All that he meant to me.

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Nuances,
shades,
tones,
touches,
traces,
memories,
hurts,
and raptures.

Continuously
carried
until now.

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Craving to resume
but cannot.
Whatever the cost,
whatever the loss,
that lifetime must be torn from this flesh
forever.
Done.
Gone.

The flame extinguished.

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For James H.
Lauren O. Thyme  Aug. 16, 2018

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