I dreamed of solitude.
Now those dreams lie broken and bruised.
You have crawled into my veins
And made a nest in my heart.
I can no longer part from you as
Collect stars like tiny stones by a river,
But the closer I draw, the further away you seem.
A mirage –
My want so strong I mistake it partly for yours.
A long and tired path
Well trod,
Without destination.
On and on, the trail that leaves
Me stranded in the straw house of your love.
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