With—
To be
Accompanied by
(No one) is
Without
A companion
Here, this town is lonely
When you’re not
Around
The warm glow of homes
Is buzzing
Neon lights (everywhere)
Announcing, “we are
Open,” just not
To me.
I dread
Entering the dark
House without you. Here,
The air is stale, hard
To breathe, don’t
Even want to be.
Where you aren’t.
If only I
Could liquify myself, wet
Ink, and form
The shape of two
Simple words
Yes, then I would live
In those words: with you
Forever
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