I don't want to be rude

I don't want to intrude

I want a Starry Sky

And warmth at night that has your smell

So in this interlude

While I toil with attrition

I work on a me your mine in

And hope he finds you well

I tried to keep the wavefront coming

Close to scare but never there

I fear that now I've skipped the shore

To see what comes

Your nevermore

Washed away in wake of pain

The cards say that I've not but gained

I never came at you with games

But here afoot, I'm a winner