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Condense
When I need you
I know
You won’t be there
You are like breathing
My lungs labour to keep
You within the cage of bones
Next to the warmth of my heart.
When I have to release you
In a sigh
A ghost of a hope
The icy mist of smoke
Condensation on the chilled window
Within you I draw a heart
It weeps our initialsSmudged
Like our identity
My fingerprints remain pressed against the pane
All remnants of you drops of moisture
That I press a parody of a kiss to my lips
I know
You are not here
Not when I need you
I know
You won’t be there
You are like breathing
My lungs labour to keep
You within the cage of bones
Next to the warmth of my heart.
When I have to release you
In a sigh
A ghost of a hope
The icy mist of smoke
Condensation on the chilled window
Within you I draw a heart
It weeps our initialsSmudged
Like our identity
My fingerprints remain pressed against the pane
All remnants of you drops of moisture
That I press a parody of a kiss to my lips
I know
You are not here
Not when I need you
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