Control, or Lack Of It.

I cannot control the sun
or the moon
or the changing winds
or the cruel silences between the people
I want to talk to the most.
I cannot control the way it rains on the days
when we want the sun the most
or the way the phone rings
only when you are busiest.
I cannot control the way things die
and people die
and mountains move, slowly.
I cannot control my love for you
although I desperately wish
I could.

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