Distance between you and me creates a haze

Your glow on my skin begins to fade

Barely audible the echoes of your voice

Penumbra of your touch moves away from me

Ripples of you in me rediscover an unwanted poise

Loneliness creeps out of a nondescript closet

Begins to wrap a cold shroud around me

I blurt “Hiya, hiatus”

Then stare, helplessly at the enormous void

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