another goodbye
a little more chalant
preempting unasked questions
rearing heads like the undead
monsters in the fridge with which we know not what to do
spaces between
questions about chemicals
answers needing something more than words
chemicals of mischief
fluid like the nights washing over what we thought we knew
sensations of the skin
some kind of electricity too sensitive to name
fingertips and favourite songs
a sacred ambiguity
unconcealed by explanation
awaiting diagnosis
you hold my hand in the dark
until it's time to leave again.
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