Shakespeare published 154 sonnets in his quarto in 1609. While the initial 126 are addressed to a young man, the final 28 are directed toward an enigmatic woman referred to as the dark lady.
Days filled
with waiting
Nights hold only
dread
Weeks slip into eternity
Months flip by
with waning
curiosity
Time heals all things
distance provides
Gratuitous bouts of
indifference
I remain unhealed
in time and all things
Indifference breeds
non-sustainability
This hit a personal nerve with me, an estranged daughter (and no idea why) that I’ve finally been able to move to the back of my conscious thoughts. Sigh…
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