Gone

You’ve gone, and

in truth, you were never really here.

Just a pair of headlights,

in the midst of a brief wrong turn.

Yet, the weight of your arm

that I felt once around my shoulder

still drowns me, pulls me down.

Your soft hands still paint cruel

shadows twisting among my trees.

Babe, what way must I turn,

to not see you anymore?

How long can I ignore

the fire that you started,

my breath held, feet frozen,

and eyes glazing, before it burns me?

Brings down my house.

Turns me to ruin.

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