A Song Among The Pumpkins

I asked you not to go
A place I couldn’t follow;
You sang your innocence,
Then floated out to sea

The autumn writes in runes,
The winter writes in ruins;
The sun sets on a dream-world
That wasn’t meant to be

We carved our names on trees,
We wrote our love in linings;
You gave me hope and anger
In measure, lovingly —

But truth is meant for telling
Like goods are meant for selling:
A warehouse sits with cargo
No one will ever see —

If I had loved you one more day,
I might have said it better:
But nothing floats away as fast
As prized

Reality

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