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"I Want the One, I Can't Have"--Morrissey Has The Best One Liners  
 
 
 
 
You stopped writing songs  
about your love  
of getting dumped  
and always missing your chance,  
and I felt your own hope  
as mine came alive once more  
too.  
   
We watched the third Heaven  
explode  
with hearts and birds--  
electric  
and I felt pure joy  
standing waist deep in waves,  
your arms around me, from  
behind, your smile--  
I didn't need to see it  
to know it was there.  
   
Is this how God feels  
when creation cheers  
as another two souls  
find their places, together?  
   
It's extraordinary--  
to see the visible form of love  
before the alarm clock rings, and  
the dream recedes  
in mists  
across the ocean, in which we stood.  
   
At least it was a (subconscious) start.  
Or maybe something--  
I don't know what.  
A whisper of "don't give up, yet"...  
But I (mostly) already did.  
   
I could easily have a pity-party  
but it serves no (useful) purpose.  
   
You'll go on  
writing those songs  
that keep you safe, and  
I'll still get messages    
from the Facebook trolls, who  
pretend to be a rich doctors
yet actually do have a thing for me
In a catfisher sort of way.  
   
Too bad they can't show who they really are,  
but you do  
and at least you're honest about it.  
   
One can dream, though  
and I did  
and that's all it was.