and yet my eyes not once have shut
for my mind to empty
for my heart to take pause
in its cruel aching
we never reached the zenith
never once held each other
as lovers do
never brushed away
tears and nightmares
small instants of glee
glimpses of magic
are mine to dwell upon
as the moon withdraws
hands held in a crowd
heat rising, bubbling when
face to face and stares
ripping through my soul
moments of intense passion
which the cold wind of denial
or negligence smothered thoroughly
my heart a pound of flesh
now a ton of eroded stone
will beat no more
will beat no more
will beat no more
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