Lack

 

You will come, but you will not meet me.

 

And you will cry.

 

In my arms the star burns and burns.

 

And barely flickers.

 

My jacket will gently wrap around your shoulders.

 

Hold on to the back.

 

And when you, all tired, lie down,

 

He will sit with you all night.

 

I don't know when I'll be back.

 

I came out all over. Quite.

 

…Lack…

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