i miss the pain
the heartache
the emptiness
the desperation
that was your absence.
now there is
only an absence.
not a void,mind you.
the thought of you
is a blank.
a constant one.
like a heartbeat.but dead.
a single unending beep.
my days and nights
- a curtain of haze.
fleeting time
going nowhere.
you could change all this.
but i seem to have found
a penchant for deadpan life.
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