By Damien Knight
Is it my Manda dear?
She hated the name Raven.
Still I want her here!
To believe this is true.
But she knew of my words
These writings all along
Or did she forget
The poor crows song?
By miles, distance and time
She is so far from me!
She knows me best
Oh are you she, please?
Surely, this isn’t reality.
That the one I never met
The one who barely speaks
Is this your way of reaching
keep my love from growing weak?
How can I do as you desire
When I feel so unsure?
And submission isn’t my fire
You’d know this if it were.
I give when she is good
When she gives to me.
I cannot give at all
If there is such uncertainty!
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