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Figments Of A Fortnight

I fumble in the dark to find you missing
reaching my hand to rest upon your chest
but there is no one to hold

You skipped out after I drifted into a temporary peace
only to be jolted awake by another nightmare
to find your spot vacant

Slathering panic upon panic
worry snaking through me
I try to be dismissive
but I am unsettled now

Flicking on the bedside lamp
there is no evidence of the visitation
or that you were ever here

I know I cradled your history within these arms,
a delicate care with every word you ever spoke
but I get this dizzying sensation that you were evaporating
and despite a kinder treatment,
could never trust that it would all be another disappointment
given time.
Written by Tenderloin
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