I hear your words in the branches
that knock on my roof
in the night
while the wind won’t let you go.
I feel your arms
trying to hold back
as your eyes pierce mine,
just out of reach.
I know your presence
in every sense of the word
as we turn away from each other
with slow, heavy steps
our parting
as discordant
as the rumbling dirge
in our hearts.
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