dripping words
you haltingly perspired
emotions tucked carelessly
in bag under arm
suffocating empty love testaments
and furtive collected moments
made tangible in print
and forgetfulness
you walked out of the door
pursuing rapture
I stumbled through apocalypse
to find solitude at the center
waiting
in crumpled steel and steam engines
I find myself still holding on
white knuckled to your voice
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