I missed you
A rainbow reverie
A promise, a probability
A fantasy song playing in my head
I toyed with the idea of you in my mind
Hiding from mountains and roads
Seeking nearness
Then you came
Busted open
Popped the screw
And invaded my space
You burned me more than fire
I couldn’t sleep
My heart was racing
My genie got out of the bottle
How did that happen?
Really.
Please, would you? I beg.
Not now.
The emerald glass bottle is safer than my ribcage
Less commotion
My heart is old already. Tired and old.
Would you? Please? …go back?
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