ownness drive
headlights alluminate snow stretched curves
street sign says "FORGET-ME-NOT CT"
--that's where I'd convict you
of flirting with me one night at a party
only to leave me imagining you face
stroking it with my memories,
alone in a cold king-sized bed
or during those quiet moments of days that last too long
(the nights are even longer)
with tears uncried, bubbling at the lids
and yearned desires kept safe in a box
happy days stuffed with smiles
yet you remain in the corner of my thoughts
an empty room blasting artificial noise
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