Nashville Three: ‘I hope you find it, because I could not find it in me" – w.fitzsimmons

I wept for you,
grey fog with blue.
there’s a sky, and I,
I don’t know where it’s ending
or how the steel in the clouds
was ascending,
but dear God,
I feared in pretending,
and I wept for you,
grey fog with blue,
with the rain from my eyes,
a neverending surprise,
caught droplets of hope
on the glass in the skies,
that no one could see
save you and me,
as we nailed through the hands
of amending.

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