Shadows coated in mist and cobwebs coated in morning tears.
You're like a dream I cannot forget cannot remember running through
 my blood a black mirrory ribbon rippling tingling with hidden excitement.
I want to throw myself into you your mysterious depths fragments of
 which can be Seen in the sparkling eye the sidewalks slick
 with drizzle the winking lights arching over crowded streets
 announcing the season's arrival; or Heard in the voice of the begging
 guitarist the clucking tongue the myriad of colourful
 voices the hum of impatient traffic; or Felt in the emptiness of the
 station before sunrise the efficient clicking of heels from
 Westminster Underground past the Houses and onward to mundane destinations the
 wild freedom of Friday nights at 2 in the morning when an
 entire week's worth of stress and deadlines and teeth gritting
 beneath polite fronts bursts out of the soul.

I left you and now you're trapped in a little pocket in my heart,
 shrinking and shrinking as reality pushes against me from all sides.
  I never embraced you, only watched with curious eye wishing wistfully
that you would invite me in.


--Tigergem

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