Sylvia

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Sylvia, I too

long to be trapped

indoors with a book

words flying off the page

some by you

some from you

as the pattering sheets

trapped me in thought

and the ugly cold wind drove me closer to silence

Sylvia, I too

long to sit with

thoughts as you have

lamenting my meager years

wondering what I

could ever possibly

ever show

for all of it

That if, it is

A game

I play

With myself

The one of success

and eternal life

If I can

really win

Or even

just even

the score