The smile leaves my face
From the quiet breakfast table,
Bacon in the light of dawn.
With on my face a soft ray
I still feel
your lips
And phantom limbs,
The weight of a body long overdue.
Though I lost myself
You stick around;
Your breath is at my shoulder,
Body’s smell in my shirt.
After a sleepless night
You are more inescapable.
I raise the knife to cut
One last piece
So myself I may excuse.
I look into the dark
Below the light
Without seeing, knowing what’s there,
It’s moving so fast that
I don’t understand at all.
The life I leave behind
Can not guard my steps ahead.
Fingers on buttons
Turning up the volume
That will never be loud enough
To forget for one moment
The morning that I died.
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