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No, no,
I must explain,
the words,
Mark Twain.

When the measured,
depth of water,
is six foot,
or better,

we are talking about,
below the keel.
It's a measurement,
which is real.

A Meter here,
A Meter there,
Centimeters,
Are everywhere.

A resubmission from 6 years ago.
Perhaps I knew something then,
before my thoughts became jaded,
by living in the real world.

What happened to me?
Where did I go?
I'm lost in my thoughts,
which are nothing I know.

Please talk to me now,
for I need to know.
Was I lost in my thoughts, or
still waiting for Go!

When the light,
hits your eyes,
it is a reflective
surprise.

Long will I,
think of you,
for I am missing,
you, too.

Do I know,
who you are,
or where you live,
near or far?

Probably not,
is what I'd say,
as for you,
please, go away!

Was that,
rude of me?
I am blind,
and cannot see.

Please leave,
now, please.
Just go away,
let me be at ease.

Feelings, at this point in life,
tend to get complicated.
Here is an earlier writing,
that tries to simplify the feeling.

A fantasy, a trip,
about losing my mind.
Surprising to me,
for I couldn't find,

Losing the one you love,
with no excuse or to explain,
why this had to happen?
There's no one to blame.

Reflections about acts often taken
without thought of the differences
they made. I miss this.

Here we go,
alone again.
Sadness returns,
My old friend.

No matter how,
I seek happiness,
you return to me,
with no finesse.

When day is done
and fortune reigns,
will luck reduce,
all the pains?

Pains from days
gone bye,
when we ask the question,
what happened or why?

Here I am,
back in my room.
A place, a denizen,
of impending gloom.