Immeasurably Less

In every,
My years upon this earth,
My travels near,
My travels,
Far from dream of sleep to upward gaze upon that faintest distant star,
You see,
You know my me...
My nature,
More than any I have met,
You feel my place,
My being best,
My hidden form,
My honest love,
And yet we felt through word alone,
In sorrow, pain and risk,
Too fast,
Too close,
Too much at once for you to open long in faith,
With doubt and distant seasoned touch you left,
And now in loss,
I am immeasurably, less.

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