I walk motionless through an emptiness, hollowed
he says I rain down sulfur on his moonless nights
painting dreamscapes of how my tarnished heart fluttered
.............when love wasnt a self-consuming wound
& my body would melt with his
limbs entangled like a Mozart overture
& once I was an open ocean of vintage frailties
like the love I realigned in the heavens for him
now a horizon-less mo(u)rning
like Alice down the rabbit hole
& I can still remember all the things he never said
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