Morning melancholia

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I am melancholy, like

the mist loitering

outside.

I think of you so often

yet we barely

have time to be.

I will leave

and you shall become

an unmet dream,

fading in the

incandescence

of new experiences and

fresh lovers.

The disregard of

crumpled clothes

on the bedroom floor

that sigh of the past

and are forgotten

in the

future.

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