I cannot speak of anyone else,
you never vacate my mind
or leave the shelf.
I want you to be around,
I keep you around,
I cannot bear you beneath ground.
So your frame stays,
your memories continue to flood
and I breathe you in my blood.
Will I ever be able to admit?
You are forever gone,
left me feeling wrong.
I got used to the pain,
bled for a chance to heal
a chance to retrieve what was real.
But was it ever real?
I sit here abandoned
feeling rationed.
You will never step foot
on my mat in prediction
for you have ultimately left
leaving me bare hope as a theft.
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