Copy Of A Copy

If you were not human 
just a clone...
I think I would still crave you.
One life is all I have in the scheme of it all..
When I am slipping away at slumber
a ticket for one... 
I refuse to lay alone.
I dream of how you held me...
I wonder if you are human
You seem to have no flaws.
Maybe you just do a really good job of covering them all.
Articulation is impossible... 
There is that something about your eyes...
My soul feels a shock if we lock from a glance.
Quick!!! I must act in some awkward attempt...
I try my best to look away while 
transfixed... You know how I feel, but nothing
suffices to hide it.
I see your comfort, but my heart beats faster
I turn quick and go for the door.
My composure unkept so I sought the night air.. 
Hope learning was easy when she did the same to you... 
I wonder if regret was something that you ever had.
I'm sure of it, but your silence in that
is just another mystery...
Probably about the one that did you in...
The pretty one who sent you off without any doubts... 
Another drug.. breathless 
I am so afraid...
of the high you give me...
Truth is, it's only biology...
If you were a replicant I would still sit with
content against the rocks and fire at the shore...
Take me in your coat and hold me close
The world passes by while suspended in time
Like some kind of winter-wonderland whirlwind 
A deep contrast from the California sunset and party parade...
Everyone else oblivious...
playing games, drinking, and drugs galore...
this time I need nothing
you alone escapes me from everything that cuts deep inside.
Black silk hair up against my sheets.. 
So perfect.. Too perfect.. 
It is killing me to know that at the end of it all
You were not real after all.. 
A copy of a copy
A substitute that would sufice 
No judgements here angel.. 
Take me home and lay me back in my bed... 
I will be waking up soon...
To see you again may never be a possibility,
but when I close my eyes tonight I will think of you
With a world so vast it may take years to meet as such again...
You are that copy of a copy.. 
The one that decided to keep me
maybe only if 
within a dream or figment of reality...

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