The Baffled Heart

The Baffled Heart

A favored photo on the shelf I keep:
My love, I know that look upon his face.
I’ve learned to read his eyes though now he sleeps.
He poses questions I cannot erase.

“Where are we found when all of this is past?
I only ask, as you’re the one around…”
“Where am I, love, behind this pane of glass?
I’m with you; yet I’m neither near nor found?”

I dust the mantle where my love now stands;
our conversation opens many doors.
His looks do baffle with their bold command.
“I cannot answer, love, what you implore!”

“I know not why you’re gone so long before;
don’t ask me such a question, anymore!”

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