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Sonnet VII





Really, I come here only to see him -
Each night sitting at my table alone,
Feeling again the light on my face dim.
I sit still as a woman made of stone.

I can pretend to myself that I'm here
For the music, alcohol, the neon light,
Or even familiar atmosphere -
As his fair head winks in and out of sight.

I love the warmth of the night in his face,
The shape of his body changed with each pace
As he moves through the shadows of this place
Here, then gone, leaving me an empty space.

But raise a glass, leave the picture intact,
Passions in silence, the mirror uncracked.



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