We only met eye to eye outside that first time
when I held you together,
and you held your drink.
The blue black grey dark buildings
hide their shame -- the fiery dew drops of
Morning.
I tell you goodnight but you are ready
for a full night, you don't hide your shame.
You hold onto that fiery drop of Midnight.
I know your kind and I know you are
terrified.
Horrified of ending up alone,
which is why you drive everyone away.
You beautiful thing,
you gorgeous strong being
with no one depending on you
for anything.
One day you will underwhelm me.
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