Tender Souls

Dead flower

Tender souls
daring to nearly touch
 concealing fitful feelings

memories in a fading garden
of wilted loves
decomposing families

    Remember the one who drifted away, a shadow in the night
    one who suffered indignities of an unrequited passion
    lives built on never-ripening promises

recall the dreams that will never be

    never be the circus acrobat
    nor the pilot soaring beyond Andean peaks
    nor the Beloved of all

lamentation of lost worlds.

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