unsung ballad

I had a vision.

In it,

The moon spilled out

Summers through your 



You are the 

Song who leaves

Just when the


Tickled the heart

To be written.


See I needed you

Just for a pleasurable bit



So I could undo 

The accusations



I needed you

Even before you 

Thought to give 

Me  a chance.


Now you’re leaving.


What of the 


The probabilities

So far away.

I guess this is 

When the good

Pushes the leaving,

 A little further still.

I guess you are 

The summer that’ll

Never come to pass

A wasted song.

A beautiful ballad of 

Possibilities that never gets 



I guess  like it all

I’ll leave you.




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