//Smoky Signals//

If you were to come over again and say:

"This is the last time; 

I just need to feel your breath on my neck"

I would instantly believe you

and fall asleep on your lap once more.

I would dream through all of the background noise. 

The static would ebb and flow - in and out, 

back and forth, 

just like you.

When I wake up alone and exhausted,

I can finally close the door

for the last time.

As it turns out, only one of us can be in tune.

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