Return

I felt again, your presence came
Your warmth renewed, no longer ash
In my arms, not seizing, not shrieking
Soft and living… safe once more

But you are gone. Each new breath, empty morning
You are torn from me fresh, the
Wound never closing.

Will I ever get used to your absence?
WILL I EVER STOP WISHING YOU WEREN’T GONE?

I almost pray you’d stop coming to me
Allow the blood to congeal
But if the only way you can be
Means me weeping over you in my sleep

Then bring me the dreams.

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