my skin does not know you
It only remembers
the draught
the stiffness left from
wet
flooded with affection
& mirages of touch
it sits in the sun of the day
light flooding the emptiness
I look at my arm
where you said your head
would be
I rest my cheek
dry on dry
the ground eats my soul
I crawl my fingers through the ashes
and cramp my hardened heart until dust
to the beating of yours
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