Time & time again, within my diary of dreams,
there is a scene I keep coming back to
of the crime where I kept looking past you
to see who next while walking by
might walk into my shrinking life.
This quiet crime made me your hallway too –
a hollow thing you walked through,
i am. i am.
But time & time again has a way of bending darkness
for the few willing to wait,
those who stand upon the coals of shame
and cry until it’s cool. I know now I was a fool,
but i can’t erase the past. But I can be a better man.
I am. I am.
But you're a birthday, deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am. I am.
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