Short poems sometimes say everything that needs to be said.

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All that ink on your heart pulls me towards you

I dip into you. I put you on a page, stretch you thin.

A bursting bubble in my throat, a song about to break

Using every piece of you you ever gave me

Every thought from me, all that ink on your heart.

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Gray morning light

You wash me in a stream of thought

I rest in your frail cloud, soft, bright

And I care not.

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At night I feel you in my mind

Hiding there, waiting for the moment

To come creeping out, to take me.

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I have a hole in me that is shaped like you

And I wonder if there is anything that I can fill it with

Or if I’ll always remain empty in that place

That you used to so comfortably occupy.

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In the absence of your words

My intrusive thoughts will fill in the blanks

With explanations that wound me.

The picture of us I will imagine

Will be one of pain and mistrust

Even though I know you enough to know

That you are not ungracious or abusive

No matter what they tell me.

You’re damaged, just like me.