Without digits, Without a tongue

Always looking 'round the house for a part of me that's died,
Can't seem to find it anywhere, discover where she hides.
Forever pulling out my hairs and choking on my snot,
Once a place to rest my head now stones that smoulder hot.

Blind and deaf and lost you were, my honesty your fear,
Failed to help you reach the light, too much a frontier.
Every hour of every day, it just never lets me sleep,
Searching for, remembering, a flame we used to keep.

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There was something here we could have saved with words and love and song.
Instead I writhe in ash and taste the space where you belong.
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Embers are the temple.
Tears in every glass.
All moments live as hours in the swamp of this impasse.