Give me sorrow, he said,
Justify my pain.

A moonlight transfixion,
of everything unsaid. 

I did not know.
I did know.

Remembering that afternoon grey, 
brings me to tears everytime.

Emptiness on the six.

But then I think about that night,
the headlights, the still.

Surreally different now. 
A welcome conversion.

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