A THOUGHT THAT IS NOT

I slept 
With red lipstick on
In the event
That by dawn
You would visit me
In my dreams
My lips would taste you
And scream
“You are not what you seem!”
I walked with your song 
In my ears
In the event
You would appear
Could hear you 
Draw near
I smelled 
The shirt you left behind
Its fragrance divine
A memory of mine
I felt
A familiar pain
Like cold aching rain
You are only a thought
Of all that is not

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