I had thoughts of you in my head
They persisted in the corners of what was
They abounded in cobwebbed attics
All the little places where I tried to hide you
The first kiss, gentle as it was
The touch of your fingertips
The smell of your hair
The violence of recollection was on me
And I could see the soul of your gaze
I could feel the heat of your breath
And in my heart of hearts
I remembered
Stealing your love
Capturing your innocence
Kidnapping your kindness
And destroying them all
I had thoughts of you in my head
And a bottle in my hand
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