Poems by Rose

I Pine for a Man

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I pine for a man who's no longer mine

I pine for a man as I wait for a sign

A sign that he will return for another day

A sign that he will continue our yesterday

Yesterday when each second's cherished

Yesterday when pure affection's nourished

Nourished like a guilty soul's forgiveness

Nourished like a wandering specter's finished business

I pine for a man. For a man, I pine-

Alas, was he ever mine?