Displaced Person
Blue days, like bruises on the mend
without your banter, breeze and light
without your words, my friend
Long hours, like stains of star's long scattered mist
without your laugh, infectious laugh
which brutal days once kissed
Tight thoughts, like packed aquariums blue
without your nudge, your breaking my shell
without the history we've been through
Right now, like aching deeper than the sea
without you here, to dissolve these shadows-
You should be here, with me.
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