preempted rerun

We were faith.  
It was a project, many years preempted. 
I sat on your lap in my kimono.. 
and you told me I was too young 
and that you were going away.  
I nodded my head.  
You left.  
I stared out the window for a few weeks.  

There's that feeling again.  
The windows are so big.  
I covered them with white cloth, 
but it seemed like a shroud on reality.  
I bought curtains covered with green vines... 
now, I sleep in a cold castle, alone.  
It is like a death.  
The loss of you is a dream unrealized.         


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