Ever as the day comes
night goes down.
Did you ever read
the words I left before I left.
I loved you most of all.
Moments to millennia, never comfortable in
Eden. Like rain, my dear, my
pulse hurt when you turned away.
Rain desires the flowers
only to bloom again and again.
Possibilities and probabilities
hollow the soul like
empty revelations destroy
Creation, all I once held holy.
Yet you must know I loved you most of all.
© 2003, Henry Kastler
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