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I'm losing my mind, she said, yet again.
Heartbreak - the familiar friend - is setting in,
settling in and setting up shop,
while I try to keep up
sweep up
the residues of negative thoughts
and borrowed trouble,
fears that bubble up and fog my view.
Let the rain fall, sure,
but not the tears,
not the bad news bears and silver-lininged clouds
not the thunder, so loud.
Love's dark lover, loss, is at my door
once more
beating out a quiet rhythm
only I can hear.
I want to swim in your smoothest skin,
laugh at every grin of yours,
rolling on the floor in delight
because you are my friend
have been and shall be
forever more -
That's something worth losing for.