And then the stillness

There is always a body

the texture of a body, next to me

prying the warmth away

until the stillness comes

and they leave.

Stillness is the drops

that fall from my metaphorical eyes

because the real ones have stopped responding.

My hand aches for his skin

my soul aches for something tangible.

I rest

 

 

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