She looks out

for something within.


nothingness begins

to win.

And with the wind, and the moon, and the stars

She looks

She squints, her toes pinch, and her heart


For what was nothing


something, and something

was Just It.

For we reach, and we pull, and we beg

For that itch, for that warmth, for those words that he said.

It wasn’t his looks, or the freckle on his head,

But the time he made you feel


For once you were alive

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