as a whisper, nor sunken dreamscape.
solid reality struck a chord, as i reach
out to touch known. expectant in explicit
connection. skin to skin. but you &
all your rhythmic shapes, so full of energy
from my chamber. loss [rings]
out. i know this place, the darkness recognises
me. tomorrow screams and
sounds it’s memory in constant vibration. time
pays no heed to emotion
lost, tears hit the space between.
objects remind, that you [were.] your watch
sleeps silently ticking in another land, beside
my bed. i touch connective warmth into
it’s face, the face that saw you live to ritual.
there is a stain, on my heart i can’t wash out.
drunk on vinegar, it remains
shadowed by the day after. when the world was
new to me. the first fall of snow, chilled boned
gutted rooms. i buried the daylight with your
leaving. boxed love up. that night i
burnt summer in the backyard. ashes to ash,
& fed the weeds with love. all trace of us gone,
i wait for your return. i know time will
[wake.] recognising me in your face,
sensing movement, inclined gravitation
offsetting the [un]balanced, times hands will
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