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Poem #50

42 days

42 days without even a word

42 days had passed 'til I heard

ten thousand more will pass now before

our words will matter to none evermore

 

42 days and I cannot say

good or bad, like the wind it just fades

42 days of silent remorse

how can I respond, reticent, of course

 

42 days what will you attain

if closure you need, I grant you the same

42 days nothing really changed

what meaning mere words from hearts found estranged

 

42 days and all that I hear

words that I knew, that I openly feared

42 days I needed much more

my own needs take second place as before

 

42 days if forgiveness you need

you have it, so there, your guilt now relieved

42 days now all's good and well

conscious assuaged, discomfort is quelled

 

42 days and that leaves me . . . where?

trouble your heart not with my useless cares

42 days, you feel much better now

free you I do, now live happy somehow

 

42 days and your conscious unfettered

disposed of the Monster, now you'll sleep much better

42 days so be glad you escaped

soil not your thoughts with this creature Men hate

 

forgiven, absolved, released from regret

now seek what you need, this nightmare forget

42 days but My Wish still holds true

42 days now find all you need to

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 He said, "Why should I tarry?"

And smiled with tranquil eye;

"In destinies sad or merry,

True men can but try."

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

(Lines 562-565)