and float, like smoke,
through the invisible crevices
and wandered away seeking
your lukewarm embrace,
to brood the distance memories
fan the dying embers back to life,
to warm us again
until we can't stand each other.
as I set here, content without a
heart,
I hope it used the correct path
to find you
I am aloof, unenchanted by all this
because the scars are still evident
yet they aren't scars worth
celebrating,
they are invisible scars that never
fully healed
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