3 days


You could forget me in three days

And yet I could not do the same 

I’d stand like a train in an empty station

Waiting to see you arrive

Though I know you would not 

I’d lie in the empty dark

Like a root unseeing and cold

Waiting in the great below

I’d wither in the winter if my discontent

Malnourished and deformed

The lavender dawn of your voice

Leaving me in the twilight of my dreams

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