It was a long time coming 

The dream in my mind 

The picture of a life lost

The words formed inside

Where ideas grow  

I stood where she left

A whisper faint in the air

Of a town where I died

Before I could live

I cried for her eyes

For the touch 

For the scream of her rage

For the lies

I hid

 for the hate 

I loved 

Down by the lake 

I swam naked 

Among the weeds 

Caught in her faded

Hold of life
Francis McGivney 

Haven’t a clue what it’s about 

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