Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

I’m amazed at ways
That I feel about you

Having buried what
You’d stirred in me

Thinking we wouldn’t
Ever meet eye to eye

But when I turned back
You were looking at me

Which shocked composure
Aching to know you more

Every day the lure haunts
And seems to taunt need

Which is why I avoided
Intentions in first place

But I’d been ignoring
Something important

Thinking I could forget
If let hide deep inside

But without it
I’ve felt empty

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