| | I see the full moon, and I am reminded.
I am reminded of a promise that I made, that I meant, that I still mean -- that I wish I had the courage to keep.
I could still do it. Opening up enough to write is something I can do, though it is not easy for me.
I could write the letters, but I don't. I remember when I see the full moon; I pray God-be-wi'-ye, and in all my goodbyes I have no heart to say hello.
Irony of ironies, all is irony. I am no stone (not to build upon!) -- not alone; though my heart may well be so. You, You alone I have wronged.
Restore; restore me to You, Yourself -- to You. Let me be broken, but never sundered from You.
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