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It’s early afternoon
dusty sunlight spilling through your door
I’d long given up on you
o my pale blue muse
But every phrase I scrawl on my bedsit walls… say
That you’re out of reach, out of time,
out of mind, But not out of mine,
I can’t let your scent fade
No matter who you’re waiting
Or saving your sighing for
Pitch clouds forming, deep in my skull
have my troubles begun?
I can trace them, these knots I've tied
years trying to explain you
with every phrase I scrawl on my bedsit walls…
but you’re out of reach, out of time,
out of mind, But not out of mine,
I can’t let your scent fade
No matter who you’re waiting
Or saving your sighing for
Loving or hating
Or demystifying…
Oh some good things come to those who wait
But I do alright on my own
With no patience of my own
To reach you…
and you're out of reach