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Until the Thawing Morn

by Bill Kowaleski

Where am I going to?
Lost in life, in love with you.
Feelings crying for release,
Lonely pain will never cease.

Perhaps then I should ask instead
If I’m alive or if I’m dead,
And, if alive, could I convert
To happiness, this fear and hurt.

And, if dead, so like my past
Suffused in love, I’ll have to last
Suspended in frozen form.
Awaiting a distant thawing morn.

If space is curved, as experts say,
Perhaps we’ll meet again some day,
Unknown alike to you or me,
Our past, and true identity.

Copyright © 2016 by Bill Kowaleski

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