The Lasso Of Truth

I don’t know where you are

because you are in another room.

I don’t know how you feel

because your voice too faint to hear.

I don’t know what I said, or didn’t say

I don’t know why you bowed and turned away

I just know that love once lassoed us as one

And the rope, while loose is not undone.

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