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"now that this is not home

I wanna come home to it"

your backward-feeling,

forward-feigning aside

in the wake

of our draining divide.

and I'd like to think

there's beauty

in the retrospect

decay affords:

in recalling

the rhythm you savored

after it strikes

its closing chord:

      a final dance turn.

      loosening embrace,

      now the cavernous howl

      of abandoned space

      in this empty house.

      well half, really

      but I'm rounding down

      to the nearest feeling..