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As I think about it all

I remember how easy it is to fall

out of reality

and into your arms.

To die breathless in your kiss.

To be washed away in your tears.

I listen for you voice

but I hear nothing

Just the tears in your throat

as you said

goodbye.

good

bye

good

bye.

Maybe next time I won’t have to miss you.

I long for you so faithfully

despite how faithless that I was.

Such an irony.