I'm still here but you're not

Once, when I considered living without you,

I thought I could hear the distant crack of my tin-like, delicate heart.


I'm living without you - you're not the buoy in my sea of doubt, anxiety and worries, calming the waves or lifting your hand to wave.

You haven't been here for a while.

I'm still here. Floating in starfish motion,

eyes closed,

body spread,

palms and lips exposed to the sun that tenderly plants kisses on my skin.


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