Lost

Oh my darling…

 

I do not worry when you rage,

When your passion calls for blood to spill,

When your anger articulates sharply,

When your spirit churns,

No,

I do not worry then.

 

Oh, but my darling…

 

When your rage falls silent,

When your passionate words cease ,

When your anger dissolves into resignation,

When all grows still and quiet,

Then,

Do I fear…

It is then,

I know I have lost you.

 

cswhitlow

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