Poe writes the truth

And now I see,

As the asphalt

Becomes littered

With debris of my dreams,

You will never love me.

Despite the fact that

I need someone new

To sink

My heart into


Your ghost

Still rakes,


Under my bones.

“and all I lov’d— I lov’d alone—”

So now I let the other ones come

But in every stranger

In every crowded room

The only thing I see in them


Is that they aren’t you.


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