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There was a wave of light settled upon the barren wall

I descended into a deep sleep

I grieved for you until my eyes went mad

Until they were bloodshot red and

potent as moonshine, 

the color of 

some wild flower I would want to see against your lips

Last I heard, 

You were over the waters of Cuba

and a little bit sad

I wonder where you are now,

what the sunlight looks like upon

your browning skin,

and if you are thinking of me too

in this familiar way 

My heart is breaking, darling 

Rattling itself apart like a 

mechanical thing 

There is nothing more for me to do 

So I await you 

I await you.