A Thread of Attachment

Where in hell is the man of the hour
– he who deserves naught but your awe
I see in mini-increments of time and space
– a chance, and a believable cause & effect

My desires are few & honorable
– my aim steady & sure, yet so insecure
I long to see what’s to become of me
– naught that I’d bother to confide in you

I seem to know nothing beyond that one fact
– a haunting memory of what should be
Here’s hoping the mystery becomes revitalized
– and we forge a lasting bond of friendship

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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