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Takato Yamamoto , Death and a Maiden
After months and months absent of dreams
Finally last night you came to me
Too many nights apart left an almost permanent scar
I became bitter and cynical
Then one day on the street our paths cross
And just like when they do in the waking world
Years of memories come pouring back
You ask to reconnect
I say okay.
In a coffee shop you ask a simple question
How have I been?
And at first maybe my words deceived you
But I know my forlorn eyes and shaking hands
Answered your inquiry honestly
And as much as I tried to remain stoic
Soon tears began to fall
And upon seeing the truth,
Your visage matched mine.
You said you know. You know.
As tears fell down your cheeks,
You know.
You say you’re sorry,
And that it’s been really hard for you too.
You miss me, and you regret everything that happened.
You wish it could be different.
And even though I always said there’d be no second chances,
Fuck it.
Let’s try it again. With more accountability and patience.
So we do,
And we’re happy.
We go back to your place,
Not the squalor and filth
Metaphorical of my well-being.
We wrapped ourselves within one another
After nights of familiar longing,
And our skin was finally one again.
Our souls, two but one, finally rejoined.
We made love,
Better than we had ever made before,
And after our human urges were satisfied
We just laid with one another.
Admiring each other,
Like we used to.
When I woke up, I still had your taste in my mouth.
I guess I’m not really over you yet.
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