Lost Nights – Poem

In the depths of my lost nights

your love comes back to haunt me,

this yearning to traverse yet still waters

was my greatest resilience to your touch,

And it is but a beautiful curse and a gift

to reach out for yesterday of what if and was,

for your memory has long intermixed with my existence

as you forever inhabit my leaking heart.

By B. L. Crisp

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