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Like an arrow shot at an invisible target
love eludes me.....
It looms...
Lurks...
Stalks in my direction…
but never finds me....
A shadow rehearsing
a tender touch,
yet never landing.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe...
Soft to the ear,
sharp with nothingness.
It walks away
with my name on its lips
and vanishes when I turn to catch it....
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.........as if the void is my loyal companion… and love is too courteous to intrude....
