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an exercise in coping

my glass is half-empty
a cocktail of morphine and tears;
all i ever wanted was to come home to you
but you've vanished behind the veil--
to a place of bright lights and gold

i can't follow you, but i can dream,
and every day i trace the scar you left me,
my greatest treasure.

someday
in the greatest going home of all
i'll finally find myself in your arms.

until then,
i'll tether your soul to mine
with amethyst and silver.

Author notes

while listening to "bright lights" by matchbox twenty

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