Last Night That Slips By

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November 2010

I sure am no sherlock. at least he could act on a clue,
with one he'd be attentive and quick, yet I didn't act from two,
the weather was enough proof, you never had to say a word,
how good you look compared to me, is why I felt it was absurd,
I knew in my mind, you were hinting your repetitive words at me,
all I did was think about it, when doing it would've made me happy,
to just imagine a random stranger, that would've seen us while walking by,
and seeing how lucky a man could be, yet I know it will make me cry,
I know that if I do this, it'll be enough to start,
enough room for us to be comfortable, enough end for it to hurt,
but finally I am thinking in the present, I underwent an uplift,
not even Christmas, yet every day feels like such a gift,
I know I will keep you warm, words I said I'd do,
I will act on more than a whim, just to stay honest and true,
at least when I told you, you said thanks for being considerate,
I know how to walk in someone elses shoes, but doing that so much has given me a fear to never again commit.

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