When

I listen..
You come..
Closer.
Dozing off..
On me..
Leaning forward..
Like a poser.
When
I chose..
To speak.
Your cheeks..
Getting colder.
Eyes seek..
Only me..
Dropping awkward..
Breathing sober.
When..
I held..
You held..
Longer..
No words..
Stare aiming..
Stronger.
When I couldn’t..
You stood up..
Walking straight..
Cease to..
Look back any longer.
When..
I waited.
You were..
Absorbed in never.
Not sure..
If that was clever.
But drapes..
Made it cover..
Well enough.
So..
Now when..
Tears..
Trickle down..
Wherever.
My soul gives..
Them a..
Distinct color..
Shaping closure..
Pushing myself..
Into cynosure.
Then..
To begin again.

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