missing someone
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The Art of Drowning in a Half-Empty Glass of Prosecco
The end didn’t come in one fell sweep or some grand symbolic gesture like a long embrace goodbye or tears or the bottom of a bottle they never really do although we had all those things too it came as the length of a hollow silence one end gripped tight, my knuckles turning bone-white the… Continue reading
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Lie with me
You’ve told me many lies some of them to my face and I guess I’ve also told you quite a few but that could be expected it comes with the territory I wouldn’t have found you you wouldn’t have found me if breaking trust wasn’t the premise did you give me all your best lies… Continue reading
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Vertigo
If I don’t write it downit will destroy me from the insidebut you won’t stick on the paperand you won’t separate from the penand you won’t separate from the painmy heart refuses to cooperateso convolutedI’d rather put on my high heels andchase you around the city we’ve run out of timeso now suddenly there’s timerushing… Continue reading
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Blue like the Aegean
It was the purest thing that ever belonged to me that even now there feels to be no sin in remembering it. A touch born out of ether, the desire to align almost elysian: you sought a world of perfection, of perfect beauty through mathematics and armed rebellion; you are like Thor over Bifröst. That… Continue reading
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Ex Libris
I have dogeared the nights where the sky was your face and the stars were the story of us you are all my creases and protruding corners gently reminding me that the pages time has buried still exist and oh, how the words still glimmer Continue reading
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lim(forgetting) as t → ∞
The most commonplace details of a beautiful unobtainable take the longest to fade, I think your signatures in blue ink the chaos of papers on your desk and all the million other little things that perhaps, in another life, would have added up to an intimacy the cadmium red of your car picture of the… Continue reading
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Saudade for Starry Nights and Ivy
I come again upon the road that we had slandered, and its moon whose name we had called in vain. There goes again your eloquent ardor getting entangled with the perfection of my mimicry. What do I have left after the ripples have subsided and the surface returns to being a flat sky? I have… Continue reading
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Wall of Polaroids
And I wonder now if you have replaced with silence my old familiar presence, my slightly annoying, but endearing, loud presence, or if you have found a mix of company with parts that add up to sound like me, so that nothing feels like it’s missing did you all find a way to each move… Continue reading
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Watching Ships
You are the poem in my womb waiting to be answered, the war in the sky the burning sunset pays homage to. My reason runs blind among stars in devotion to what you left behind for my beguiled muse to follow, a peregrine through a wood chased by refracted light. You are the crux of… Continue reading
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The Reunion Dinner Roll Call
I miss having friends. Shared skies, lifelines that intertwine, conversations that walk me home. But the people who know my simplest joys and darkest fears are a continent and an ocean away; they are asleep when I am lonely and living their lives while I sleep. I wouldn’t mind getting out there and making new… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 