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I keep hoping to find a way to 
run into all your Fridays 
hang around until the sun cries out 
or when we decide it's time 
shadows follow with every second step 
lingering around the sudden smile 
where hope resides. 
my anguish isn't in the trying 
or attempting to 
or even inside your beautiful words 
pressed between sullen flashes of gut wrenching flares 
from the underside. 
it's where you reside 
and I've come to accept it. 
accept you. 
even when I don't want to, I find myself back 
beside the same old track 
and we go again 
like pebbles and fine wine 
I have always desired a love so rare 
true love. 
the kind we watch on the big screen 
listen to with eager ears 
not meant to be, 
not with me. 
the seeds of dysfunction were planted ages ago 
before the smitten was liked 
before the pattern was set 
before rhythm had rhyme 
and all I'm left with are these Fridays...