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What’s Left

I hold nothing
But your absence,
An empty shell
Dry and chalky.
My words fracture,
Then flake like plaster
Cast fakes decaying
Over time into dust.
Residual layers formed
And held under pressure
Coat the landscape
In an amniotic cowl,
As love’s stark remnant
Lingers in the dark.
(October 15, 2017)