mirage

words are my craft
because i can’t have you

my pen spills your seed
on blue pinstripe sheets
furious etchings
frivolous wishes

i deserted reality
to dance with your memory
now i sway in the kitchen
your knife in my hand

oh, how i’ve wept for you
long lonely hours
your songs keep me company
as you never did

because i can’t have you
words are my craft

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