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What you've said burns its way into my loneliest neurons

and I dwell

and the scorched earth spreads further

and I dwell

one day, ten days..

and I dwell

until a crushing truth reassures itself,

and surfaces too easily

taking a direct path though layers of feeble,

charred ash

and embers

'Things won't be the same?'

true, yes

but there's a greater meaning to ascertain here

...it will *never* be the same again, will it?

Pow.

Smash.

Ouch.

I wish it wasn't true but I think we know better

this connection

comprised of the white spaces between the text

the unspectacular, yet paramount glue holding something good together

holding me together far too often for comfort from opposition's bed

I'm sorry, dear love.

I cannot stay here

for a variety of reasons

that changed as frequently as Buffalo's seasons

all I know is I cannot repay you

for helping me feel whole when I cast myself wayward

and I cannot bemoan the positives

or deny your warmth and consistency when you sit there

tight-lipped and confused

..it's necessary for me, yet anything but fair to you

still I wish you conveyed the same

and wouldn't have left my love hanging

like a loose fruit 

yearning a leap

but I digress

in painful earnest

cuz ruminating ferments the toxins that seep

into my perceptions 

of our aged history

All I know for certain

is I miss you.

And I'm less without.