like sleep.

i could finally wrench her
from you;
from your all-encompassing
grasp.

i think we knew
it was ending
when the clichéd sun
set.

i have instantly
misplaced the stench
of my
desperation.

yet the yearning
and the deep,
empty, darkness
remains

in the shape
of your silhouette;
your tunes surround
us.

i’m sorry the load
got too heavy;
but i’m not sorry for halting the
pain.

please promise.
please don’t
forget
me?

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