Diary

The sound of your name,
the way it swims in wind
like the clarity of bells
I was never attuned to.

Pen bleeds syllables
on rumpled paper,
shattered sentences
held close
in the dark of me

and this wound gets deeper,
the more words I inhale
losing pieces of me
that I can never get back.

~

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