Wait -
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ONE
“Denial”
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Maybe, she said
we could look around-
and see something new?
Maybe we could
Look into the sky-
and see nothing but blue?
Wait- says he
No, remember
This isn’t who we
Were meant to be
We were supposed
to look up, and know
That somewhere,
Somehow, believe
that we are not alone
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TWO
“Hopes for His Widow”
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Can you see something
When you look within yourself
-besides the darkness?
When you stop seeking,
and start seeing the real world
-maybe, then you will.
But for me, my love
I am done. I have grown old
-and have given up.
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THREE
“Acceptance of The End”
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Once again, she looks to him
His eyes were shallow, his figure thin
And told him that maybe soon
Not now, nor this cold afternoon
That someday she will believe, too
That it is possible, maybe even true,
That she will walk once more
And even stronger than before
She will love someone again.
But wait- it’s The End
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