You were gone before you left.
I realize that now,
We build homes out of people and places that we can't find on our own.
It was probably nothing,
plucking at the skin between my ribs and my spine like an out of tune violin cracking on the high C's and low G's
humming tunes from a fragmented song we had the audaciousness to call our own,
It felt like the world.
Disintegrated around us, dust caught in my lungs,
Now I know why storms are named after people.
When will i not be an eulogy to you
i was meant to be poetry.
Death leaves no beautiful corpses.
If I am always left always gasping for the life i've lost,
I know that in twenty years I will not remember today so why am i sitting here remembering yesterday there is no blood on my hands this day dream was not my own.
Suddenly love doesn't matter as much,
and I remember.
You were gone,
Long before you left
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