I look at you
and a nameless,
shapeless calm runs
all through me.

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They are
still breathing,
all these
dying hopes
right under
my ribs.

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I know,
the desire to
laugh with you
is a tangling
illusion I carry
inside me,
and once I
give that up,
I will be free.

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Your smile
still appears
to me as
a lit window
in the dark.

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No way I was a poet,
I was just hopelessly
juggling the letters
in a hope that
they might someday
make you come back
home!

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I miss you,
and that is how
I remember you!

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Your name is a trigger
for a lot of things that
I never want to revisit
and of all the things
I want to keep repeating.

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For a while
it was love,
but for most of it
it was a wildfire;
no flowers
blooming since,
and no birds singing.

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I wanted to write
something that speaks
of a farewell,
but today is a
beautiful day
and I guess
I am not ready
to let you go yet.

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I will stay
fond of you;
immensely,
intensely,
infinitely!

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