On that night, I became my other,
Perhaps better self. Although only
For a few hours could I endure,
Being in a place where I was so unsure,
I lost my sight, falling just short of lonely.
Still I held, I didn't want to bother
You, my endless chain of alluring letters,
My waning blame and my trust detained,
In a one by one cell dating back to square one,
I was scared; so I poured the half-full cup down
The half-empty drain, unaware of what I had done.
So with an ache I could not explain,
I started to run. To any place which I could
Pretend to prefer, the empty breath threw me back
Like firing blanks from a gun,
But this time I still felt their absence,
I felt them leave, and I could still defend
What they had overcome.
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