7 Essences – 2

The evening comes,
And each must study long,
A walk of holding hands
And bearing hearts

Into the campus library
One off to math,
The other to the arts.

What is it, why
Is everything much better
And so much worse
When we are not alone?

Why is it love can feel
So like a fetter,
And yet be freedom
Like no other known?

At closing time,
She looks up from her reading,
And I’m in love again,
At least, I think,

And soon, we’re walking,
Silent, to her dorm room,
Still there, together, but yet

Of sync

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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