will let a little sunshine in to chase
the shadows from the dusty attic shrouds
that cover up my memory of your face.
I pull the sheets away, and there you lie--
so still, perfectly frozen in my mind;
Love in your smile, and mischief in the eye
that long ago to me turned cold and blind.
There was a time our days were filled with light,
and all our nights with passion, heat, and cheer;
But now it's just this half-remembered sight
of you, preserved but fading, year by year.
And I, curator to lost love and lust,
pull up the sheets to save you from the dust.
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