caladium

Beg! keep me here
talk me through the watering
the nourishing the maintenance of the soul
the beholding of each one on its own
that you collect preciously
after a long day of absence i whisper
Absence of you
in the morning ill remember
we encompass more than pain
its permanent existence
so we get used to it
Dukkah, unfit
your name under my bed
with a dead corpse, we talk a little
briefly before
i sleep
the last day
i was happy was promised more
with a gratifying mouth
bestow hope
ill see those gaps move
in front of me again
You made me a grown child
i pray to marks left in my book
memories in
photographs i took
weeks add up my time
measured accurately Our time polished immaculately
nothing was said to hurt or offend
mercifully ive calloused over since then
alone i return
to the place we grew
the coop
you flew
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