"good morning, sunshine",
you used to say
but all that is left
is the flickering light
from my scented candle.
we're not meant to be,
aren't we?
the flame is about to fade
as my eyelids are about to drop.
good night, moonbeam.
i hope i forget you
when i wake up
in the morning.
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moment of tangency
Poetrymoment of tangency: a glimpse of what might have been - dictionary of obscure sorrows
