Sonnet for Sean

To pen you down

Requires of me

To go down with you

 

Me without you is just me

But me with you is

A hundred thousand lights

Burning turning sweet

Sad, saddening tide

Of whispers of words

No words

Just a whirling wind

In a glass jar

 

Entrapped by choice

My love has no voice

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