There is something
I still want
despite passing time
the only hope I have
this faint gleam
in tarnishing distance
worn album of memories
your blurred smile
on a face I cannot forget
the boy ran away
out of your arms
then into your arms
in a dream
that ends as jarringly
as I love you
go ahead lay in bed
smoldering, touching in ways
we no longer
wanting nothing
beyond intimacy
in shared darkness
each new effort
filled with inevitables
never matching up to the past
dilapidated book of my mind
your glinting beauty
searing me
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