You Sang To Me With Every Intention
When the distractions of little things
piled on my found feelings,
you sang with every intention of
drawing me close, out
of the clutter in my mind until
I heard only your voice.
You had me out of my shell, ready
to reach for your hand,
to show me what I dared not see.
But. Your courage was only for show
And held up for only the glow
Of the ghost of you, in
the night, charmed and lost,
hovering over my every mood
While you go on singing of
things never to come, I
bored of things that never were.
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