The faraway thread 
Makes my bed 
As I stare into a future that I may never meet
Give up the present moment as it comes to greet
Me with its washing acceptance 
And the rejection 
Of her gaze when she berates 
Is what led me to equate
Love with pain 
Like the sky with rain 
But spaciousness breaks the shell 
And though I wish them well 
I can’t say it’s what I would have chosen 
In my mind they are proposing 
Different vagaries of the same old thing
And I asked him would he give me a ring 
When I thought his mire
Would set me on fire
Now my guides say to me
You’ve got to let the bitterness go free
And let him back into your life
Even if you will not be his wife 

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