He's Comin'
you're so costly
for a poor lad to buy
a glimpse of your shadow.
If he could sell himself a slave
a penny or two
to barter his years
with a blink
of your daylight
no doubt would he have
long ere paid
half of his breath
to extend a second
til beckoned
by the summon of
death.
this disheveled, ambitious
boy just want to gape at
your countenance
and it'd suffice him
for all time
even if your summer
visits no more
his winter gaze
you would forever
linger in the quiet
times of his thoughts;
you'll be deeply missed. :(
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