Kinderstruck by You
By lupus tenebrae
Here I’m found,
kinderstruck by the
plight
of star-crossed personas,
remembering the two
of us,
ghosting past the tables,
slipping through dusty strands,
The pseudo-sunspots
of wildflower yellow,
remind me,
and harm me,
graze my arm ever slightly.
Causing my eyes,
to dart every which direction,
finding nothing, no one,
all
the same, hoping,
for something and anything.
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