(I literally JUST wrote this. The consistency is off, apologies.)
Last night, when from across the hall you closed your burning eyes,
I made an effort, a failed effort, to forget the things you said.
One hour prior, in my room, the lights so dim we both seemed blind,
Your shallow lips embracing mine, the meter running through my head.
To take your hands was easy then, to let you in and let you stay,
We never really had much more then introductions, "Here's my friend."
But always in those darkest times, when all alone, our eyes would meet,
I wished these games to go away, I wished for the charades to end.
You're different now, you're smarter now, I cannot look at you the same,
The way you spoke to me and all your little ways of growing up,
I know that somewhere over there you're trying to recall my name,
You're trying to become the man who never held my spirits up.
Last night, I lay in bed so still and spoke your softly dying name,
I closed my eyes and saw your face and listened to my head tell lies,
But nothing really felt at home, nothing really seemed the same,
I cried for you, turned out the light, and gently shut my teary eyes.
-Joy |
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