into this Wish
Too soon it was forgotten,
how we have come too close
and yet nothing is still known.
Seeing you must not be the only source,
a blade that will slice too deep
but retains blemished memory.
You are too far gone,
and it is much too soon.
This is all wrong.
I have thought wrong.
There’s the call of impatient swooning.
And if I tell you what I know:
will you give me this?

Into this wish
and no such fulfillment can be gleaned.
So sorry plea we are unbound
and nothing can happen from this;
not ever the blessing of release.
Your forgiveness I cannot always (glean).
Your understanding I will not always claim.
Remember whence you came, and how it 
drifted too close.
Now the gap is closed, farther and slower the response,
somehow this cannot be opposed.
For your happiness is mine, dearth of pain
should you ever deem it  necessary to claim.
Forget not where you’ve come from; 
and this will not leave you undone.
96 Dec 17 (c) copyright owned by Siddharta Somar 
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