Dreaming You Still Slept in This Room
For a while love can be abandoned
For duty or greed or powerful prurient desires
Or simply the necessities of survival
Until your heart is laid siege by lonely despair.
Wouldn't it be exquisite to be drunk
In the soft consoling rain
And forget that we ever hurt each other?
Sweetheart, you have a free pass with me,
There's nothing I hold against you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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