Acceptance Cries Out for More
disappointment carries a torch
it longs for acceptance from the gods that be
we went our separate ways
you and I
shattering promises as we left
pieces of a time once spent
upon the garden wall
listening to the serenade of birds
the warmth of summer on our faces
now fades with the setting sun
once again our lives collide
with impressions of what could have been
yet we accept what it has become
First appeared in Quail Bell.
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