Too tired to scream,
my voice lies open
to a hollow wind.
Where did you go?
Where did I go?
Each moment claws
the crevices, searching
for a last flesh
to render from bone.
As a simple charm,
I hoarsely whisper
your name to the dark.
I can no longer translate
these words into love.
Nothing remains:
a lie I tell myself,
as comfort against
an immanent rain.
(March 23, 2015)
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