He and I

he was, maybe, too real for me

i was, perhaps, too daydreamy

perchance, he and i, we found same ground

in arms and warmth, craving safe and sound

stories and symphonies, constellation conversations

sung to and fro, sweetly lulling the sensations

he and i, both lost, now found

day light and night time, now to each other, bound

but one believed it romance, one consumed by lust

thus the best, like all the rest, had *sigh* been lost

to weak responses and empty, dreary promises

in mem’ries slumbering in regrets, reposes


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