November 5, 2016

i chase away
the dream
clinging to my
tangled lashes
like a cobweb
and stare clear
through the cloud
of stardust,


through the
tattered curtain


and i understand now why
my mother told me
it was
to love you
like i do


because you have
different faces -
because you love
different people, in
different ways


and loving you
means that i
take the lines
of your life
and i twist them
without you
until i hear the sweet
crackings of your voice
pressed close
against me
when all else
in my head
should be empty

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