The width of the sorrow
measured by the length of the commitment,
times the height of the passion
can bring hysterical out of the depths.
No well-meaning empathy seems sincere,
only small relief is had from tears,
no consolation seems adequate.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my friend.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Never thought I would use this so often.
- Category: Love
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