In a world where
not everyone dies young,
I plainly see that you might not
be so lucky
In a world where many
get away with untold taking,
it often seems like all you give
will go largely unnoticed
In a world where passions
routinely collide out in the open,
I fear yours go untouched;
even behind closed doors
In a world where it’s impossible
to know the full extent
of what anyone else is thinking,
would that my eyes betray
as much of their secrecy as yours
In a world where everyone wastes
a degree of themselves on bottled pain,
I long to help you cry less,
and never alone
In a world where gratitude
is so rarely considered,
my head has been flooded for years
with the joy of knowing you at all
In a world where small things
are thought to remain small,
you are a half dollar which
makes me richer by the hour
In a world where beauty,
we’re told, will fade,
it’s the ghost in you
I’m most attracted to
And in a world where
momentarily-happy endings abound,
I believe we’ll find
there is room for one more
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