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xxvii.

stormy skies
23:59;

the night was still

yes, it was midnight

but no, you hadn't
decided to go to
the observatory

no, you hadn't
decided to lay in the grass
lost in the sky

i heard a knocking
on my front door

i saw your face,
thinking that i would awaken
in a few hours

from this dream

and
your hair was dyed blonde
recently

i'm sorry,
but it looked fake
and strange

and i'm sorry,
but your tears were real
and familiar

i wasn't sure
if you had sought
after my own
stale
bread crumbs

or if i had
only been a
distraction to you
that night

but as you tangled
your hands
in my hair
kissed my jaw
in desperation
mingled with tear drops

i slipped
into the dream
too late to go back to
this stupid, cold reality

how unfortunate
how too late it is