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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Last night you came over, Fast asleep, eyes closed. Breathing deep, you emerge from the The corners of my mind, and enter My lungs, my soul. Sentiment breeds landscape. A room with two doors And no escape, my hands Should be empty but they are not. Your expectant eyes, Full of so many questions, Causes my tired soul to gaze At the faded walls. My melancholy fades as I sigh, And turn towards you. You're in the passenger seat Gazing at the gray farmland We pass, November. "What's on your mind?" "These fields look so tired." A wistful shake of head. "So do you." A sad smile she shares, My favorite. It's times like this She seems most mine, Most fear. My arm a limb To cling to over precipice. "I haven't been sleeping." A gentle caress of shoulder Follows admission, No solace, but given freely. None of it real. If this doesn't exist why When I wake, Do the scars feel fresh? The void in my heart aches Where you used to be, Till I asked you leave. You are gone, and love Was supposed to follow. Do I still live on In your dreams? A regret and a stain- All that remains of something So precious, something Thought to last forever. And though the years have Marched on silent With backs turned, I can still see you- A retreating shadow at the edge Of my vision. When will the years blind me Enough to to hide you from my mind, Keep your form so far removed, That your name escapes me. So that when you visit, And we walk hand in hand In our world of dream, My only thought will be, "Who is this Mystery beside me?" Wishing that you were real, And that when my eyes opened To greet the world, I could hope to meet you, Know your name, Feel your love, Forever.
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