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The Last Meeting

I dreamt the dream again It repeats Always the same Built on borrowed uncertainty An uncompromising battle within me It shakes the very core of me Lingers for days within Then Draws out through my mouth Opening doors to feelings I'd rather stayed hidden I'll be at the same meeting It's years since it happened The intensity burned My insides ached His icy stare penetrated My heart As I was leaving My insides started screaming As he was not following This brought our last meeting The last During the night I used to watch him Constantly breathing The steady rise and fall of his chest I needed this certainty As the moon that shared all my nights With clenched fist and warm soft breath Reassuring me for now He was alive The steady rise and fall of his chest I had become his mistress His other lover insisted Keeping her talons in him So he kept on descending Into the furrows of the unknown A place I could not follow A place I would not go I fought her for years Then finally gave up my fears I walked away in tears This brought our last meeting The last I was standing He was staring The taxi waiting Tears started spraying My heart near to breaking Me needing A fresh start This form of addiction is far from forgiving My love had equipped it from the start Now I keep dreaming Of the last meeting The one that shattered my thoughts We are both staring The north wind is blowing On the sun heated sidewalk The heroin Withdrawing from his blood The scales are weighing Between her and me He has mistaken Her love from the start He started turning My mind started reeling My hands started shaking As he kept on walking So I keep dreaming Of the last meeting The one That shattered my heart

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