Butterfly kisses


I lie on the grass
And look up at the stars
But only in my imagination
They are so clear there
My mind works in space
Among the flotsam and infinity

I walk up and down
Heels stomping
Heavily preparing for a sleep
That may never take me
Nibbling chocolates absent-mindedly
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The last time you left

I want to write to you
About the last time you left
Really left
Not the first time
Which was many years before
When your mind went on holiday
To strange and scary places
And took the rest of us
With it
Never to return
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