Storyteller

In a voice, which breaks the midnight mist,
you told me stories that I didn't ask
about countries that I haven't seen
and places that I couldn't dream.

In a voice, which used to put me sleep,
you told me fairytales which I forgot
about Scheherazade I used to be
and Shahryar that you became for me.

In a voice, which brings forgotten past back,
you whispered words of lifelong wisdom
about our love and lust we'd never shared
and friendship we will always bear.

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In a way which breaks the midnight mist
you bring me coffee in a cup of paper.
Surrounded by this perfume I've missed
I settle on the body of your car. Waiting...