shadows of
half-remembered dreams
are cast across my brow
and shade the spots happiness
could fill
if not for their void.
as I sit awake in warmth and
try to forget
the times you've not understood
realization
dawns of
times not far off
when unavailable will be
this kind of perjury,
esteemed in your name.
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