In the innocent heat
I wrote your name with my finger
steam and wist
A star blink
Longing comes when the day is gone
How we wish thing were different
Casting spells instead of talking
Giving offerings but saying nothing
I could see the outline of something forming
coming through the street
The hush has fallen over the city
Must we wonder what could have been
In the innocent heat
The kind that tests sanity
That make me forget this aging vessel
The spirit of something manifesting
Blowing steam against a cold window
wistfully painting that name
Hope always there to take
reality a fickle finders keepers sort of goblin
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