Kelly Poem by Tim Carlson

Kelly



I love her,
but would not do this.
Please preserve that sanctity she breathes.
Like light through a prism,
I avoid her.

Her refractions of light unfulfilled.
I am sorry, I watch
you behind blinds of day and night.

Please sing your words,
before it is too late,
purge my silence.

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