You have traveled out of the bounds
of my presence, but nothing else
You have torn my heart as it was
so attached to your beautiful face
I expect to hear your movements
in the next room, but all I hear
is the chirp of birds and
the wail of fire engines warning
There is no fear of fire because
the burning embers have been contained
for now by my loneliness like a
wrecking ball swinging at emptiness
Dearest Philip, I know it won't be long
still, I think of your departure
just before you said, "Don't cry."
The silly tears billowed in both of our eyes
Everything I do is a chain of
how I feel about you, really
an expression of love that we constructed
a mutation of the gifts you give to me
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