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Misguided Trust

Spring nights you’d come through
My window, always open
Curtains seldom drawn

First time you snuck in
I was fearful, then flattered
And so it began

I’d watch for sunset
You’d gently knock, and we would
Sit, counting the stars

You stopped coming by
Paradise turned to nightmares
Days into nights--then

You begged forgiveness
And seemed to ignore my sign
Knocking ardently

You were expectant
But the note had most clearly
Read Forever CLOSED.




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