Gone
You passed me by
like some spectre of the past,
and all too well I recognized you
and could not escape the fact
that all my love was in you still –
your haunting me has only become worse
with every year and ageing day.
How can I then resist you?
No, I never did.
My love was always constant,
I never held it back and least of all from you
but stayed on loving you
increasingly and overwhelmingly
like in some masochistic effort
to drown myself once and for all in love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-01-06 at 10:48
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