Lost

… lost somewhere between midnight and the heart,

lamplight kneeling at the end of its march,
the musical hush of darkness
conceding

where

love drifts at the end of an eyelash and I reach
to guard it in my palms

where the only map is a rose in blue,
and the fallen petals hold for our return
as the perfume fades and I remember

only the motion of my voice
as it was before

broken as I let it go

all for you, all for you

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