[Poem by Cliff Harvey]
Just for tonight I will hold you tight,
in my arms.
And my heart will try,
but yours has loosed it's grip
(Your grip was never very strong.)
Morning I will wrest,
to throw dust to the wind.
Fragments of an aborted love.
Unborn, never whole, lost
But for a chance.
(And chance is a vain hope.)
The blog of author, nutritionist, and researcher Cliff Harvey.
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