I lulled the world to sleep. I crawled into bed early for weeks. Then I turned in a little too early and woke up in the dead of night. The world heaved in a dream around me.
I strolled outside past tile artwork speaking my bright future. I heard your birthday laugh high in the oak trees. I descended mountains underground to gold mines of ability.
And suppose none of the splendor of this world could knock me off my path, that I never strayed to find your voice or shower in the veins of gold. Suppose I did this to catch the last ferryboat to nowhere.
Good thing I woke up with you instead.
Understand that's the official story of last night and what I will tell the authorities if they come knocking. But the truth is I had to hurry. I met a messenger and entrusted him with the seeds of the universe, including this youngster:
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It’s no fair I think about you.
It’s no fair I wonder how you are feeling.
It’s no fair that my favorite time is our time.
It’s no fair because this really was supposed to be a summer love.
I love you like I do.
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