Ghost of Future Past

For a moment
it felt like home
felt like he could fool the distance
between heart and head

The giver
and the miser
when it came to love
the two were confused as one

Hear the noble heart
cautious from one wound
too many
but obligingly steady

And a head that would feed
those sweet dreams of future
through a sieve
of bitter past

For now a fool
at home in sorrow
so much in love
with where he thinks he is

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