this subtle love
sacrificed my heart
while i lay sleep
ing
through opened chest
surgery: removed it. gone. clean.
nothing but a memory of
yourkiss yourtouch.
your voice echoing in the aching hollow space
where that organ used to be.
when you used to be here subtly hinting at your love for me.
i regret,
i needed so much reassurance.
your love language,
a hieroglyphics of patience
i couldn’t decipher until now (too late?)
still hangs palpably thick in the air
tangled in the dim light and curling incense
along with every word we’ve ever spoken-
the aura of a love
that might still be
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