Boxes with your name on them
I’ve wanted them all
more than I wanted closure;
but deep inside, I’m no treat.
Bottles of empty sparkles
call out to me at night.
Let me kill Time
but all it does is undress me.
Rolling around in denial
the floor reeks of these lies,
but sit down for a while
let these seconds tame you.
The air is bereft of you
no shadow, no whisper
but I can still smell your perfume,
midnight strikes; I fade, I expire.
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