My inner monologue addresses you
And has for longer than I care to say;
I yearn for you whenever you're away,
And linger when our time together's through.
There's nothing I would ever rather do
Than spend an afternoon out of the way
Clinging to you, and letting slip the day
Until the morning wetted us with dew.
So why should I be sad? Although you go,
You're still here in my heart, and so you'll be
Until the sun sinks down into the sea
Not for the night, or for apparent show,
But in some alternate reality
And so extinguishes its lively glow.
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