Sonnet XXVII

A poem

The lonely traveler (Volodymyr Melnychuk, 2017)

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I lost a friend today. We parted ways
Without the sting of hatred nor with words
Crafted to ease the breaking of the stays
That held our hearts together, but with blurs
Of tears that blinded more than eyes, that made
Us doubt if what we said we really meant,
Doubt that there's no too high a price that's paid
For love, doubt all that past desire had spent.
I lost a friend today, but even more
Than all they were and are I lost the way
I saw the world that I'd ne'er seen before,
Or ever shall again after today—
The same cold world my old life had supplied
That seemed a little warmer by her side.

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