You Feel My Absence In Your Drawn Breath
And Know You Can't Love Me
Holding My Hands To Trace Away My Veins
Marking Your New Boundary
Which Almost Breaks In Absences Of Words
But Inside Echos And It Stops
And Last Nite's Recited Sentences Spills
Like Rain Off Old Rooftops
You Whisper Tears That Shadow Mine
As A Means To Make-do
You Repeat Yourself "You Are What You Love
Not What Loves You"
CK
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