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You come to me

when sky is grim

we talk for hours

nothing but him

Empty boulevard

streetlights lit

I’ll brace your fall

indeed I did

When time for me

you were there

without complaint

cleared the air

flash forward a bit

I miss those lips

I know it’s wrong

but I value the trip

Wish it were different

and yet I know

never the same

out of my control

Nostalgia never lies

but tonight

I will sing her a lullaby.