"So many roads they traversed together...so many different routes..Just to end up here without her."-- L'auberge Espagnole
From W.
I will keep you--
Between blank pages
And incoherence
Beside vanilla-scented pillows
And unsettling nightmares
Of losing all limbs and senses
The never-ending descent to numbness
I will hold you dear
And precious to my heart
Unconditionally
And when I consume
The fine vintage of your
Youth and tears,
I will do so, lovingly
With all that I am,
Without regret or remorse.
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