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Huh?
Wind out of sails
Breathing
to little avail,
asking "Why?"
Bewilderment
settles
like meadow dew,
or like 'lagrimas'
over these spanish eyes.
Each minute
is stretched across
the bounds of time
and wrapped twice around
to abound
my heart into countless
desperation.
What a sensation.
More alone tonight
than the stars
and questioning
how this ditch
got dug.
She will fill it
in due time,
but I lost her
along the way
for a bit.
As if hands let go
for a tick
and the shine, too great,
to guide her back.
Where did I stumble?
And why do I feel
like tonight
won't end
until the missing piece
is revealed?
