I can see
the familiar tint of aged hazel
fading from your eyes.
Chasms of separation,
Location.
The knowing
has undoubtedly always been there
breaking through the stretched skin.
A loosened grip,
Slip.
A reflection as well known
as my own
reversed in tints of gray.
An abnormally heavy heart,
Depart.
A dripping glue
held fastened by unbearable absence
scraped thin.
Still clinging for all that was,
Because.
Soiled honesty
drenched in tainted perspectives
of questionable resoluteness.
The company of clashing cultures,
Vultures.
A swallowed stone
held caught in my throat
between broken thoughts never voiced.
Please don’t take all that I’ve known,
Alone.
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