like a thief in the night
the pain is more or less
bearable
I tell myself
in between breaths
my words
are unrecorded
I hit the play button
but there’s nothing
but ghost static
the sun keeps
disappearing
earlier & earlier
I get up & look
out the window
tell myself
it must be cloudy
tonight
and limp back
to your bedside
& pretend
to steal your pain
august two thousand twenty-two
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So sad & moving.
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