Anemoia
Oh is there a word
To miss what you've never had
As if addicted?
It would not quite fit
We have shared three summer days
And more by the light
Artificially
Like a sun lamp you shine through
Every single day
So to say "untouched"
To say you have not been had
Would be incomplete
Oh those dreaming nights
Across realms yours, mine, and ours
Some seeming novel
Here I know you well
Would I know dreams without you?
Would I even care?
But by common sense
You're an unknown entity
In the way I'd like
So I search for words
To describe a unique ache
Beneath moonli(gh)t pines
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