Work in progress by Aaron MichaelIf the universe had ears in a manner that
Would hear my pleas
I would only whisper wants
To become the bone and muscle and blood
Of my love
So that pains such as these
Would be my haunts
Phantoms of a dream she forgets
Like shoe prints in mud
Not the path she walks, but the memory of 02/16/2021
Author's Note: To be continued
Posted on 02/16/2021 Copyright © 2023 Aaron Michael
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