Untitled poem

I have no night to give. No display of courage to wear. And no space to mourn. I have to look at the clock often to remember where i am and yet i still have doubts. i have just enough room for you. if i get it right. I have no memory, no shadow, no ghost. And i have no night. What could i possibly offer you but regrets or a poem that could never love you as i do.

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