You might not be here
next to me, twisted in these sheets,
buried in the linens while I kiss
the stale taste of last night’s whiskey
from your lips, but I woke up still
dreaming of you.
How did you do it?
Tell me how you managed
to remind my quiet heart to
beat this sweet song again.
How did you do it?
Tell me your secret,
whisper your hearts hidden truths.
In such a bleak world, how did you
manage to bring such vibrant colors
back into my life?
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