say you’ll haunt me
inside this cage I hear you sing
your personal psalms
songs of woe and joy
and everything in between
during your darkest moments
supernovas shine high above
though not in your line of sight
they keep you off guard and hopeful
your face is patterned
vertical lines channeling emotions
streaming from your eyes
out in the yard shadows cast
familiar symmetrical smiles
some nights you are unprepared
to fall asleep in my arms
one day a miracle will open the door
leaving you with new ideas
either spiraling yourself far away
or forever haunting my days
september two thousand fifteen
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