Saturday, September 5, 2020

missing.

I might be staying

sad to keep you close to me.

your body gone missing,


I need something

to replace skin, hands, scent. 

luckily, sadness does the trick. 


it keeps me

in bed...

where I would be with you.


but I am there. with you.

even though your body breathes

four hundred and five miles away.


But who's counting?

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