Friday 2 September 2011

Girl A

Disappearing from view,
disappearing,
slipping from you,
consuming myself
thin;
the last
the first
it was always you,
all the rest just
in between.
Kissing the sky
late at night
I closed my eyes
as time went by.
If I was lost,
if I was faithless,
you found me
exceeding,
dreaming,
nameless.

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