Thursday, November 19, 2015

A Guernica

When life called
I did not go gentle, 
You could not easily answer.
We were not prepared.

Between broken answers 
Shattered times
We spoke few words
Crossed too many lines.

I could not ask
(Do you love me?)
You never answered.
Recursive logic failed computation
Underlying assumptions were wrong.

Love is not a social utility
It goes beyond time and space.

Loved you once,
Perhaps.

Once and forever,
Maybe never.

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