write me a poem
that will make me
sad
write of how
our love flowers
never blossomed
the scent never
floated
the pollen never
touched
-write
to make me cry
with words
of truths
just write
once more
"my vacant lover
oh how I do adore..."
the setting sun
and evening drinks
stare
at each other
in awe
for as long
as they could
until
they could meet
again
until
their wish
turned to truth
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