The room is dark,
I touch your soul,
I see you for the first time,
I feel myself crying out for yesterday,
Even for minutes just past
The light hurts my eyes.
There is a certain innoncence
That is lost in knowing someone.
I feel regret.
I mourn deeply.
I let go with speed.
I will miss the darkness
But I will enjoy the light.
This poem reminds me of a couple of sayings; "Ignorance is bliss," and "Familiarity breeds contempt." Newness is intriguing, then it gets either boring or better. Better is when the good stuff happens.
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