Here
Here I am.
Everywhere we were.
Empty as is.
Capillaries fill with her,
like rotting roots under trees.
More than I deserve.
I’ve found your silence beneath
feeding truths in buried leaves.
To preserve,
to please.
’Til you return,
I plead.
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