there once was

you look like you enjoy being around
faded stars that were supposed to glow
while sipping a ballet of desolation your
winter-white bones quite so enjoy

sometimes i catch you staring at the
wall clock with vacant eyes &
watch the night take its place
the same soundtrack filling the
space between you &
what once was

how can you make her see
your blood-filled wreck of an organ
plays for her a symphony of
longing & wait

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did poetry in lit class today where about 'she walks in beauty' by lord byron & discussed about the essence of run-on lines to which my teacher said something along the lines of 'look, the lines keep going on, like his thoughts about her'