Last Time
Last time
I thought you were my shadow
but you were
me.
last time
your dark form near the closet
broke the candle light
and made me cry
in your hands
you carried
gentle rain of midnight
softening
the blow
oh no
last time
i crossed the boundry and believed in you
I have no regret.
Copyright © Zera Masters | Year Posted 2010
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