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If I could let you go, I would.

It would be easier than watching the hands of time spin by,

each second taking you further away.

You were the fire in my soul,

the gruff retort and hidden glances at me

when I was pretending not to look at you.

You undid me with your eyes

and I felt naked under your gaze.

You were always in my periphery,

always almost touching distance.

But life's restraints and responsibilities

tied us to others,

and although there was this attraction,

it felt carnal.

I wanted to scream from my lungs,

exhale fire, sate my want.

I needed something real to kiss,

not just imagined erotomania.

I feel like Capgras's bride.

Everyone I knew before you and after is now an imposter.

My heart cracked and I fell out.

All my nerve endings like electric eels,

shocking me back to life.

I open my eyes and see empty space,

and the weight of silence reminds me

that death is so final.

So I ache for you and hope

that in your short life

you had many adventures and were happy.

My dreams are like slashes to my soul,

a kind of self-harm resurrection.

I need to break so I can become whole again.

I want to bite your lip,

kiss the curve of your mouth,

inhale your scent.

But instead, the rain washes me

and the air nourishes me.

I am but an empty vessel,

waiting to be refilled.

If only .... xx