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no more nights on the dark side
with you reflecting in my eyes
no more times i'll lie awake
with your heart beating in time
with the blood rushing through my mind

no more curled toes, scared kisses
no more touching noses
you'll find another,
someone better,
no more bedtimes for just you and i.

grieving for what
was born to die
voided promises
and skin you didn't know how else to touch

no more entanglement of
your skin and mine, no more
whispers, only goodbyes

no more safe places for me to hide, no
no more home in your arms
back to holding my heart on a spiked leash
so as not to fall back, back, back
again

no more cream colored sheets
no more hands in your grasp
no more words can make the difference
no more tears will change your mind
Aspen, stands by river,
Shouting out the noonday sun,
Dwarfed by foothill mountains.
Flies above the fish  .  .  .
All stillness on the lost pond,
  .  .  .  Until water breaks.
Rain water clinging .  .  .
Naked trees festooned with beads,
  .  .  .  Jewels in the sun.
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