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aspiring to the romantics

there’s a poem I’ve been meaning
to write
wading in the back of my mind
has completed itself so many times
in reveries I don’t remember

I recall the color of your eyes
gift wrapped
and full of surprises
how they came to me
unexpectedly in a dream
now etched as a mere memory

there is always room for romance
or so the poets taught me
as long as it comes naturally
for pursuing the unattainable
is no longer an option
not as long as your one true love
has regrettably since moved on

may two thousand sixteen
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