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You don't see it,

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And it's naïve of me

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To expect you to,

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But it's relief -

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All your compounded disappointment,

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Your exponential frustration,

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And all I crave is relief.

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My satisfaction is just quiet,

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It's just patient, and just silent;

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It's the gentle, voiceless,

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million proclamations

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Wrapped into the smallest gesture

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Of your connoting presence -

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A touch that tells me you're still there,

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That you're happy to stay,

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That your relief

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Is my relief

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And that I can permit myself the pleasure

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Of enjoying this moment's peace.

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There's no real mystery to me -

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My love proceeds sentimentality 

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And the mutuality of shared dreams,

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Percolating while fast asleep.

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Author's Note

An exercise, with no intended recipient.

Reviews

[Isimbabi]

A really nice piece, well done! Till the very end it kept me wondering what it is the other person can't see, and at the end - It is beautiful!