Bobette Bryan's Poetry
In Vain
I dream of you and my heart is broken.
I cry, and I cry in vain.
I write as if my soul has spoken,
yet when I look I see nothing but pain.
Could there be joy after this?
I strain to grasp the imagery.
Could love and beauty still exist
if you're not here with me?
By Bobette Bryan, © 2010
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