Nameless

The start of my poetry this year

I drew your face out yesterday




And thought of conversations passed




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I left the lines on a napkin




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Beneath this is a deeper yearning




One that I will not admit




Still I wonder as I stare at eyes black and white




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If not for us then for me




I will ask this selfish thing




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Tell me that you think of my body




Tell me that you have held me in your sleep




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Oh, this secret is a devastating little thing




But I will keep it here inside