Skulls
You and your bones,
your skin,
the unkindness of your eyes...
keeps me awake at night,
for hours, hours, and sunrises.
You and the eco of your absence
the memory of us
already forgotten,
buried in the graveyard.
The only remains of what once was our hearts.
6/7/2020
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