The Wasteful Wanderer

Lying here

With thoughts

Of you

Still tripping

Over me,

Tangled in soft

Weary web

Of life

Should ever


Braced in blanket

Taut and splayed

A breath



And lie

In deepened

Fearful space

Of love once found

And spilled.

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