EXIT WOUND
If ever there was a time I could touch
your face, it is now. I'd swim
deep within the blue-gray pools
where god's soul was borne,
to linger a long, long while.
Unsalted tears glisten as dew
renews. Hearts break, longing,
loving and missing all that
still is, anticipating my
inevitable, wretched loss.
Incomprehensible loss.
I-can't-live-without-you loss.
Take-me-instead loss.
I-hate-you-god loss.
Please. Don't make me do this.
It begins when I begin, ends when
you exhale finitely, eyes close softly.
Snuffed effortlessly, irreversibly.
Taking my song, taking my dance,
my breath. Did I say I love you?
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