The winds of time could not obscure you from my visage
your bichromal hair like neurons wisping through my brain
your scent on my pillow and everything I own
and like so deep in my pores, it's ingraned.
My darling my dear,
I hear you in my dreams
calling to me from some forgotten corner of my fantasies
your awesome presence like a musical fade out fading in
till the din of you cannot be tamed.
My darling my dear
we have evanesced but you never left my side
my world existed before you for humoring others
and though I still love such things without your laugh
I hold this truth: I am but an echo
of the man I am with you.
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