As day

A cold as black as day,

Yet stiller and more harsh

Spreads like roots do through soil

Then contain a tender blow.

 

I doubt I am the missive

Aching of my heart

That can turn and scream

And have it near

Worlds away, apart.

 

I miss you with my curseful pause.

And stiller with my heart

That place where you took me once.

Now forever gone.

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