I’m feeling your absence, even
as you lay breathing softly, face
pressed to a pillow that smells
like-
when it started, your odor
and I buried my face in it, pulled
you in, as deep as I could. Now,
it’s me, you pull in, but push
out.
I feel your absence, cold on my
cheeks, as the tears fade.
Abandonment, the smell
of your exhalation,
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