You were there
And now you’re not.
Sleep born against fate,
You come alive in nights late.
I hate you
But you’re not there.
Are my tears
Trapped by a fragile frame
Of nothingness?
Just memories,
Open tremors
Why do I miss you?
You shouldn’t exist.
Phantoms,
They pursue and persist.
No book to peruse,
Sleep’s army enlist.
Can I just replace your face,
In a race to retrace four months of my life
That feel so sacred?
It’s gone, you’re gone:
Holes in a cloud,
Particles in space.
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