?

that's all it amounted to:
a few slumbering dawns
lacking the frivolity
of true romance.
i have not lost anything
at all.

two pillows, one head
as it was for years.

but energy converts
crackling down
my veins seeping
through my palms.
it cannot be lost,
this twisting ball of feeling
must have had another form
before.

yet nothing untoward
leaks from my pen
over the city
through my keys.
converting bit by bit
these strands of feeling.

i unravel with time.

i fell through an empty atmosphere
lost my gravitational pull
my body slowly disintegrating
forming dust clouds against the stars...

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Unusually good. Trying to think of who it reminds me of. There is such fantastic quality to your work.