As twilight nudges day
and makes a crimson puzzle out of the city
I feel not the chill of the biting wind
and ignore the dance of the coruscating gems below.
His solitary figure arrests my gaze.
Within my chest, a stirring –
It is my heart, whispering,
Longing to erase
the tincture of sadness upon his countenance.
My arms stretch to give a comforting embrace
Almost, but don’t quite reach him.
Within my head, a stirring –
It is my brain, whispering,
Pulling my arms back.
He is no longer mine to comfort.
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“You are forever responsible for the ones you tame.”
-The Little Prince
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