The thought of losing you is no less than a catastrophe,
Even such a notion in itself is a disaster.
Suns and moons have faded away all my life,
This is one talent I can claim to have mastered.
Yours has been a presence I have needed
So badly that my gut clenches when you are away;
You have conquered and I have conceded
You have been both my healer and the chaotic fray.
The thought of missing you and lying through my teeth
About being alright and having grown
Makes me sick and weary and weak
And this is one talent I cannot claim to own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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