Dear Mazzy Star

By: Michael Gause

I know.
I stopped.
But the sounds outside wouldn’t,
and I grew tired of falling asleep,
even in your arms.

Deep as you are,
the world changed as you rode
your single wrenching wave. I remember
the day I started walking,
sad I could no longer fade into you.

I stopped.
I know.
But let’s do this.
Meet by the water.
When the leaves start to die.
Say little
and drift off
over and over and over.

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