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Sonnet for Her
By Kathleen Armstrong
The days we were one, I recall them now.
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Tender sweet memr’y that you have forgot,
a bond spoil’d by ways I do not know how
and love, a pale flower speckled by rot.
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As time came to pass, the mold only spread
from languishing heart, so woefully wet
until horrid things found home in your head.
Anew came the thought I could only beset
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you. But, oh, Darling, what truth could that be
when asked how I could undo all this ache,
you spoke in tongues I did never foresee.
A stranger now, she remains in your wake.
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But still, how could I come to hate her so
when you meant so much more than you will know.
