What comfort could this life provide to me
If you were not the centre of my sight?
So many souls, never knowing other
Opportunities, pass their days alone.
What is second nature now, was missing
When I knew just bare words on a page.
Everything was stripped of decoration;
Meaning was confined to common usage.
When our lips first met, I felt a presence
Taking up my unenlightened pages—
Filling in the margins with bright colours
And figures drawn from stories of the past.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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