Helpless in a sea of your thoughts. I listen
Yet nothing sticks. No miracle cure will glisten
With my love for someone like you. My friend,
My listener, my companion until the end.
I wish I could repay the effort, the time you leave,
With meaningful thoughts and a tiny reprieve
From your spectre. I can’t. It’s gone. No more.
My letdown leaves me groping for a door.
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