Alarms sound
take cover
Your emotional nuclear bomb
devastated the alter I built to you
damaged like these poems
not perfect like your face
which I remember just so
Some days I just want to hear
your voice
or those three words
you use to whisper to me in the night
Some dreams I reach out to touch
and find that you are not there
but somewhere with someone
our hands no longer entwined
that is the real tragedy
the one that keeps spirits restless
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