And I Wonder If I’m Not in Love
Walking alone in the cold rain
Sad concrete beneath my feet
Dusk descending alienation gloom
In these hours separated from
The hopeful afternoon.
My heart has been in the rain
For years,
I’ve shed rusty, graveyard tears
Long frozen with forgotten grievances.
I’m convinced, I haven’t
The ability to any longer love
But a face enters my memory,
And I wonder if I’m not in love.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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