Spirits
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1 min readMar 18, 2019
I think of the air I breathe,
Of the fragmented heart
Holding you in with me.
A prison of memories where
Tenderness brings out stabbing tears.
Twice you said you had to
Leave, as if the heart would
Forget and bloom again
Without the same longing
To be found, a lost child.
Tell me to bleed out a
Story of all I ever
Felt and saw in the
Fabrics holding my dreams to
Some reality.
All around me I search
Always for you burning part of
My external being, our secret places.
I’ll seek for in other realms
Where again we can hold hands.
