I catch glimpses of you
A shoulder, a curl, a breath too late
Your voice, your giggle, your words are out of phase
Caught between then and now
The period of absence bloody birthed
Stolen flesh from my bone littered closet
Sweaty puddles of youthful immortality
Repugnant realization of lost redemption
The battle is held with mild reservation
Weary from our lack of alignment
I understand this one, honey. I don’t have words to make it better.
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