Now that it’s over

December 16, 2009
Late last night
I held you in my arms
My grasp was tight
You head on my shoulder
The last thing I wanted to do
Was let you go

The sound of your voice
Perfect, clear as the black sky
Just how I remember it
Your eyes danced
Gleaming green fire
Your face
Pale and beautiful
I felt dizzy

Saying your name seems so strange
Like it shouldn’t be real
But it is

I woke up
Painfully alone
Dream over

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