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It was vintage us
You the broken down stranger
On the side of the road I accidentally turned on
I was a complete mess on the verge of
God only knows what
I had escaped the snake pit and was
Riding my way to hell in hopes of
Never to be seen again
And there you were
Gossamer calling me home
A phantom darkness with a halo of light
Not big, red, hairy, with feet dressed in
Oversized tennis shoes
That would be a hoot
No
Pale gossamer silk threads
Woven by 60 spiders with 60 more
Waiting to spin their own webs
Across your saintly charm
Reluctant, I let you in and slid into the
Passenger side of my own doom buggy
How quickly I gave up control
We came quickly to a hill on an old cliff
With the skeletal remains of a spiral staircase
To the heavens where neither of us could go
So we built ourselves a home and we
Called it our own
I baptized you in my flames
Every Goddamned day
And you promised me forever
You’d always stay
But as luck would have it
Wildfire can’t be tamed
Oil and water and madness and dismay
Who would have guessed I would be the one
To run away
Erased you from my memory
Watched you fade
Till the very last drop of you
And then I’d realized my mistake
I ran through the woods
As the thorns pierced my disgrace
Tattered and torn and ruined vintage lace
At the top of our staircase
All that remained
Was the pale of the moonlight
Dancing across your solemn face
I reached out to hold you
Beg you to stay
Yet it had become clear now
You no longer cared what I had to say
Several years later
We’re in a much better place
I live in the sunlight
And you’re doing ok
We’re sharing our beds now
With others who seem great
But I’ll never forget
What it feels like to be your fate
Reading your prose
No longer your muse
Once red, orange, and white flames
Now glowing in blues
I can’t even get close enough
To make out your hue
But you had me at gossamer
And once upon a time
I had you too
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