This counterfeit semblance of peace
This place of non action
In my bed
With thoughts of you
This place that shouts all the mistakes I've ever made in my life
....This place of you
This place of your eyes
This place that if real
Is completely silently, featurelessly, perfect
Perfect
Never sharp
Never cruel
It does not talk
It does not judge
No this place of you and me
And your blue eyes
Just is.
This round ball I hold in my head
Is what will never be
But at least
It's you
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