you sip your coffee in a room full of alone- ness
remembering the beds of all your old lovers
how you buried the picture of the only
brown eyed man you would ever love
years like highways pass and he loves every girl
more than he ever loved you
yet you are his midnight ghost before he sleeps
and the dreamed of face when he wakes
was it when you sat by the river and the waterfall was singing
and the sun bleached the moment into your mind, your skin and the library of your soul
was that when love slipped away into the currents or was that too beautiful a day for someone to slip away
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