Thoughts given wings
fly past the moon’s house
on frail beams of daybreak
whispering jets
exude fleecy trails
across my blue heart . . .
Lingering puffs of “almost Heaven”
roaring echoes of “together”
reverberation of “forever”
cuts through the dark
of inside-out
clouding my mind
with dreary doubt
that I will ever
love you
less.

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