Winter Night
Once I would have wanted to explain
Now, though, best to cut the losses – nothing here to gain.
I’ll say there was a flame to follow through
I wanted to believe it could be true
Let you in my head; instead, it never flew.
The depths to which I bent—
Beneath my winter covers I pretended we were lovers
Did you get the telepathic messages I sent?
A last request, most difficult to make
Please help me with the necessary break
Delete the traces of my name
And let me lay to sleeping dogs the blame.
(2012)
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