Insulated by seclusion, comforted by wine,
my evenings of dormancy are once again impelled
into the quiet seas of rumination.
When, as randomly as my drifting thoughts
weave in and through my indiscriminate cognition,
a soft unbidden light gently transudes through my minds curtain of lethe,
and lays a tame glow on a forgotten young face.
Warm reminiscent coruscations of your adoring touch,
bathe and soften my callous melancholy into velvet, fluid tears of lamentation.
How i wish i would have told you.
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