Absence (a poem)

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the absence of faith

like the absence of flesh,

when a touch would graze

leaving mirror images of what used to be kept

but no longer exists

nothing in her life ever stays

it’s not the relationships

the honeymoon stage

is where we all want to stay

when it feels good all of the time

some nights i just want to breathe her in

other nights i just want to seep through her pores

endocrine

i wish there was a way that i could get closer

deeper in

i just never feel close enough

one day

before the night slips away

slipping into a frightening blackness

her smell

a hunger left on my breath

and i swear if she ever left

my insides

would turn stale

then shrivel

with hardness