Poem Number 7520

A Letter To A Friend
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this lane we're walking on
it's the Duke of deception
everything that is revolving
has the good and the bad
yet our kismet, decides to depart
i know not why
i wish it wouldn't fork its way
but under this tree, i'm sitting under
floods the hunger of memory
we once possessed
we're no longer at ease
to be the passerby
without feeling wary,
and a chance to response
the feeling inside,
wants to snap and take
the embrace you so
strongly gate away
but the mask you wear,
oh so impassively,
urged me to ignore
the still-like glass and walk aside
yet inside the core of my beings,
everything seems to fall apart
and lose its value
the fragrance
i used to cherish
now i dearly missed
the silver-cord that was greatly visible,
now a touch of an image,
an illusion i do not want
this glass menagerie act,
i do not want
this awakening of pain and melancholy--i do not need
this thousand of acres
that keeps us apart
that keeps us in separate dreams
that is weakening our web
that we both created
i so dearly despise
i hold no green or red colors,
the symbols of jealously or anger
my nights have been long gone, of these fiery blazes
my days now embrace the time of essential
i do not need anything
except to mend our path
i do not want the farewell sign
i do not want the neglecting phase
i do not want the Duke of Deception, the Duke of Solitude,
the Duke of this freaking road,
nor any other duke that will come to care for me in the future
and i can not avert this gap that rest between us..it is that important
all i want is, if not everything, for you to
water that tree i'm sitting under!
.......don't you understand me?

*typo*...the third to the last line was supposed to be..."all i want is, if not everyday, for you to..."