This love,
Never ends.
Living to die again,
Healing to wound again,
It exists in remembrance,
It dies in forgetfulness.
To tear apart,
To bring closer.
This evening,
I scribble a thousand words,
In your absent presence.
As you strangle my love,
For reasons and results,
In hesitation and doubt,
I die a second time,
In your silence.
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