-I search for you behind my eyes, there is
a glimmer, though they are closed.
My hands remain a vehicle of emptiness.
I’d have no better luck if you took them,
tying them behind me, locked me in a dark
room and asked me to find the blue corner,
the one you painted over
long ago.
My arms continue to wail
in the vacant space of you.
I fall prey to the fallacy, with
so much to lose, I’ve lost so much.
I keep waiting for the sun to never
rise and the moon to never
set, and maybe find you
in the last place you left traces of
you.
Near me.
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