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We were strangers
You looked at me
dripping with IV
and I, so naive
could not see.
On your way out
You wrote to me
with ink from the Atlantic sea
that for her I
would mirror thee.
Well crystal dew
clings to the street
and the smoke lingers
in the rug beneath
with silver skies,
and blue-grey eyes.
Angel Time flies
and takes with him
your heart against
her childish head.
Iâd crack the bell
that gave him his wings.
She had purpose, but could not find it
among the days of countless sunsets.
Youâll be ok
I begged her to stay,
but my plea was not heard that day.
The guilt is mine either way.
And that was when
I fled out to the staircase,
blood inflating my face,
bright and red and shaking in place.
I held her hand
to hide my disgrace.
When until then
weâd slept in peace
and shared the bruises on our knees
âneath trees and towers
far from me.
She had purpose but could not find it.
Her tears left puddles for me to drown in.
Iâm on my knees
in a pew of disease
throat exposed
looking up past the trees
to see your face,
a warm embrace.
Iâm not the one
to recreate
that late, lost love
she so desperately needs.
So please, I beg you, give it back.
We were strangers
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