through the frosted window
hovering amidst the tulip bouquet
of cupid's clouds
i saw you in the inbetween --
where sleep was too quick for us
a flower for the casket
plucked by an ethereal finger
pointing to a petal plunging
with the weight of love lost
falling so far
i cannot see
where
she will
if she
will she
find
a home
or will she stay
here
with me
somewhere
in the inbetween
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