Secrets In the Alley
A lovers quarrel plays out in his mind
this midnight argument
in the shadows of the alley
under crescent moonlight
the cold damp air from the ground
sneaking around each corner and into every crevice
as he stares deep into those pale blue eyes
his reflection in the alley window solely seen
he searches for the appropriate words
he opens his mouth soundlessly
he cannot bring himself to knock
his heartbeat resounding in his own ears
he cannot make sense of these emotions
darkness closes in around him
as the fogs dampness tickles his skin
his clammy hands fall as night takes over
as he stands in awe of hiss unclaimable love
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