the night is
uneven above us
lopsided
darker east than west
always
heavier here than there
I’m pulling
thoughts of you out of
heart and ache
and pressing them onto
little flat screens of
manufactured magic
jealousy abounds in
regenerated cells
that have never known
your touch
as
words formed without
the ability to feel anything
reach you, cover you
and enter
still,
what good is love
if its never more than
a word that I’ve
sent to you
without me
by its side
(Image from tumblr, unknown source)
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