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Unanswered Question

I used to live like prophecy,
spiking winds of cold iron
whipped up when you’d come to view;

How you said we were as two rains,
hurricane, light drizzle,
but couldn’t make out who was which

How I felt as the attic keeper
with my light and scribing tools
burnt oil into dawn.

With winters spent in isolation,
figures tramping through schoolyard
snow in heavy boots , scratch worn jackets,

There was still the hope in heart
we’d live our years together
be floating points in ether,

Have little lives of patience,
grace, tea times with friends,
where outside

Storms couldn’t rend us,
where memories would tether
and chords bind until forever.

But I don’t live like that anymore.

And you were always and never,
living in shade of trees
from the storm, alone.