The emptiness hits as
all the adventures become
memories without
tangible continuity
and impatience makes one
undesirable to its objects.
The silence is
all-encompassing, unbearable –
will do anything to hear a voice
in the harsh total absence
of yours.
Your once-sweet phrases
assault me cruelly now;
they’re ghosts
reminding me of the depth
of the loss I brought
upon us.
Someone who looks
like you but can’t be you with his
white glass face derides my crying,
shuts the door on me
for good.
- Me
- Me
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