The sound of my breaking

It wasn’t enough to care beyond words

My hopeful dreams shattered in hand

Nor could I place the blame solely on you

The fruits of labor commutual by design

Still

My wishful thinking longs for your laughter

Last heard as passerby

Wait for me

Echoed from sunset to sunrise

And sunrise to sunset

Were you laughing at my shame

Or at the promise unbroken

Doubt fills my mind

Wisdom my heart

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