Hyacinth garden

under streetlamp

lost in a dream

incisive in her disguise

when it might fall apart

to remember her tenderly

these curls of smoke in my mind

we went all that way

now we ignore why

these aren’t embers we’ve stoked

and I experienced lips that were sweeter than mine

like a comet that soars across the sky and dies away

the glowing view also fades

right into my own eyes

I to listen to the nigh

in complete darkness

it became a bare moment left alone

and forgotten

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