i only think of the night – linda m crate

the gauzy spell of night
fell with a swift, peaceful magic
that calmed even the branches
of anxious trees;
and i stood beneath the silver moon
listening to all her psalms—
it was the type of night that you want
to share with someone,
but when i turned to say something you
were already gone
as you so often were;
if you weren’t physically unavailable
you were emotionally out of my reach
though you claimed to love me
i’m convinced it’s something you just said
to keep me there—
but when all is said and done
my mind carries me back to those nights now
not the man who left me behind
to satiate the ever hungering tongue of his lust.


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