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he is.
i am.
we were.

your touch
is cold
and forced.

my throat
is dry
and empty.

your heart
is small
and fragile.

my fingertips
are reluctant
and strained.

your brand
of love
isn’t mine.

my lungs
keep aching
for more.

your ribs
are bruised
with effort.

you are.
i am.
we were.



she was writing
for him.
she didn’t even
the control
she had
succumbed to.

a different kind
of creative muse.
his eyes
were distant,
yet always
the forceful pull.

the sound spilled
forward and flooded
their apartment.
like his cereal
when the cat
leapt to her defence.