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Listen closely for the sound of my name 

passing through your lips, 

you are every note, 

every thread holding me in place, 

unraveling would only turn me into 

a shadow and locking doors.

If you look close enough you’ll eventually see 

each hair on my skin swaying from your breath,

my voice forming and reflecting 

our need to join as one being

As I see the lantern’s flickering 

light splashing on your hair, 

the wind outside nudging branches against 

the windows like ghosts softly knocking on glass.

I still live in this place where everything 

froze in your absence, 

the seams covered in frost, 

floors and furniture layered in dust, 

our skin’s former cells blanketing 

the last remnant proving you were here.

Listening closely for the way to hold this all together, 

you were every thread stitching 

a world you would leave behind, 

unraveling would only take apart 

a universe’s oxygen and steal 

the brilliance from its constellations.

If you look close enough you’ll see the remnants 

helplessly floating through vast space, 

unable to be yours but still refusing oblivious, 

you’ll see the residue and echoes 

covering like our secrets tattooed all over me 

in the same way I was once

all you ever cared to keep close, 

all you wanted to keep inside you.

I still live in a place where time 

is marked by your absence, 

by the seams starting to split 

and phantoms humming along 

the roads of cracks in the walls, 

our skin’s former home covered in

the first signs of a cold autumn nearing.

Listening closely for the sound of your name 

passing through these apparitions, 

the name once carried a song 

into me that kept me from unraveling.

If you look close you’ll see the notes 

flickering inside like blinking lantern lights 

illuminating the final threads holding us together.

Published 10 years ago

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