Letters To Euturpe #50 – Idiosyncrasy

I remember you.
The idiosyncrasy of
Being with you.

You were always day.
I was always night.

You were always real.
I was always a touch surreal.

You would laugh.
I would cry.

You would love.
I would hate.

You would walk ahead
Into the light.

I would straggle behind
Deep in your shadows.

And now.

And now.

You have moved on.
I am left behind.

I am now alive
And you.


My light,
My dark.


My sun,
My moon.


My love,
My hate.

Are not.



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