Stumbling, stuttering,

falling, to shatter

those dreams and desires

that haunt my half woken hours

of that auspicious night

when I touched you,

a brush, a glance,

no matter for,

turned outside in,

the sky became

the path I trod and tread,

painful reminder

of all those days,

in bed, alone,

unrequited.

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