Does it ever seem like
we ever left each other?
sometimes we talk
and the scent of your skin
that prematurely limped away
beckons memories -
only the sweetest of them
the lingering feeling of loneliness
knocks and ushers itself in
makes itself at home
and berates me for the way things turned
I try to tell it I am not fault
But it answers 'but I made you cry.'
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