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I turn the evidence over in my hands,

make sure it doesn’t explode on me

as I try to subdue the premature panic

that comes with gaining and losing

Trace the almost pattern on the walls,

choosing logic, chiding the voice

that keeps whispering what if I’m wrong

what if losing is just another trap

To hold your glow above all the others,

like I needed and I didn’t want to know

that longing would be a haven

I couldn’t capture again if I tried

Faked footprints and a scarred half smile

the only thing left of you.