There is something
we are wanting
with passing time
the only hope
we have
a faint optimistic gleam
in the tarnishing distance
more positive than negative
in the worn album of memories
a blurred smile
on a face you won't forget
the boy runs away
out of your arms
into your arms
in a dream that ends
as jarringly as I love you
lay in bed smoldering
touching in ways we don't
often wanting nothing
beyond intimacy
this shared darkness
our wholeness
unequaled
less than this
unequivocal, incomplete
in each attempt
the pang of invisible effort
failure seeming inevitable
glinting beauty fading
still
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