Absence of IsA Poem by L
It grew colder.
The sky split at its seams And spilt its precious dark So that I could not see The look in your eyes, Nor hear The well-formed words You forced from frozen lips; Whose insinuations Became entangled in my hair. I was grateful then, That I was just a shadow, Imitation of breath. I could escape Through pause in prose. As you spoke on; Reverently received By the never-was, I sat scribbling Onto the back of a song sheet; Words that terrify me.
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