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Empty Riverbank
When a man
Loses a love, thus
Indeed, new depth is found
To despair
Then woe betide
He who loses
Two, in tandem
Forgiven, such a man
For galling querulous behaviour
Deepest sympathy
In eyes of all
Who know him
Owing from but one
Of two
Should the second be known
Such regard given
That his life
Be not taken
Even though stolen
Dashed, forever altered
Ne'er simple again
'Brave is he
Or daft,
His head aloft thus'
And even should be seen
How salty stained
His pillow
T'would be but a sign
Of gracious emotion
Here be a man who doth feel
Shame not in others eyes
Yet rampant in his own
Pardon for prehendition
Granded without request
His sweetest laugh
Passing bitter
Once seraphic and impish
His smile
Now, tinged with a touch
Of the mortuary
Edged with sadness, all
Time, oh time
Beseeched I once
Suffering I have done
Enough?
Still yours to tell
A man, not great
Has no ascendance
He is but a pebble
At mercy of all
And at one, most.
