The question is never: why
The answer is never: when
The manner is never: how
The place in my head is her
is the graceful silence
is the simile
in the
deep
of my mind
Understanding is never the question
The time is a matter of crying
hard
in the backstage
of her
distant
hiss
I miss the touch
I miss
so much
what is a sober
goodbye
Alone in the deeper
light
her
sound
is
a
beat
her
breath
inner my mouth
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