Wax Minute
(Richard Stekol)
As you complicate things greatly
Since you came into my life
Old veneers and stately postures
Wax minute within your sigh
And the taxing way of adjusting
To all the thoughts which you reveal
Only incites me to motion
While that's the crux of your appeal
Just the thought of how
It's always been concealed,
Where's my heart, love?
As only you can heal
And his humble plans just don't seem
To inspire me to heights
As they did or as seeing you,
Or as touching you might
And the card that I should have sent days ago
Falls short of reaching you
Memories speak kindly now
But what can I do?
Just be thankful
For an insight granted to few,
And don't linger
On what it might have meant to you
The distance which I keep
Has entered into play,
Miles which make me say
I won't be seeing you
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