These days are innocuous
Shackled to incompetence
Like so many shadows
Trailing corporeal selves
They waste away to dirt
Sinking deep into the soil
As fragile as glass
Melting in the summer sun
And I can’t remember June
Those everlasting nights
That bled into morning
Those transcendental days
That disappeared in time
You standing next to me
As dangerous as breathing
In the absence of air
Through these days of fear
When nothing is constant
Save this emptiness
That exhales silence
As surely as my ghost
When it breathes you in.


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