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With You -- new poem
I remember the madness of that April:
the interminable wait, sitting on the sidewalk
and hoping to see you soon--
no, craving to lay my eyes on you--
every bit of you and then some more:
what lay beneath your worn clothes.
Still, I waited till the sunset of the year
until, sometime in November,
you finally came to me like in my dreams,
appearing like the impossibly radiant star you are
and banishing all demons clinging to me,
embracing me in your storm arms
and caressing my skin until I slept.
I still remember the madness of that April
and the sweet awakening of November--
I remember it all so vividly that it could not,
by any means, have been the grandest dream;
had it not be real, had you not been there?
But all along something whispered at my ear,
telling me a lie too terrible to accept--
I stay with you and cling to ghostly memories.
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