Soon after breaking with his fiance, Psyche, the poet traveled to Warrensburg, Missouri, to attempt a reconciliation (1979). The meeting was, in his words, "disastrous". On the return trip he penned these words.
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we will probably never
meet again-this side of the grave.
that is why, so tenaciously, I save
the memories we shared.
we cared so much - together
we were a force even nature feared -
but striving as one, we found we had
cleared separate and saddened trails.
we failed to cling as once
we had. the bonds dried and broke -
and when our farewells we spoke
we knew all along it was for life.
we had challenged fate for a chance
to love - but the wind was cold
that blew between us. it told
us I would never call you wife.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.