fleeting
memory of you
one fateful
encounter
you are my
muse
a solace in
that moment
standing
across the road
our roads
will never cross
you see I’m a
“sad amorist”
i will always
say, “our stars will never align”
i will paint
my knuckles red
for a glimpse
of you
but scared of
the thought
you belong to
someone else
i’ll leave a
letter at your door
my idea of
you will never fade
my ink for
you will never run dry
it’s a letter that i will never fly
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