Under

I'll get under your skin.
I watch you whilst you're writing,
I wonder what you're doing
as I scratch these words to life.

I've no misery to decant,
Just mysteries to imagine,
I've every regret remembered,
Every wound I've been the cause of. 

I imagine you are simply spoken
in brilliantly beautiful words.
I imagine you are eternal,
Although perhaps you're never heard.

Dream sweet noise in raindrops,
Remember our passing another way,
I've planted crumbs along this pavement 
and swept the leaves away. 

The End

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