The Last Remains

2016-10-19 207river of orange
a streetlamp’s gaze
through the window,
running down my fingers-
dripping onto your shoulder,
enveloping my words in silence.
the darkness folds around our bodies,
a pool of light,
in blackest night,
the last remains of what I meant to say.

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