A lament

It flutters in the vail of night

When your voice was my heartbeat

My blood thick with memories

Where your arms once wrapped

The pale of anxiety rests comfortably

And though exhaustion gnaws at me

I fight the release

Like a breath too long held

But the scent too savory to exhale

Afterglow long faded

Like a worn 90s black light party

The stains of our love visible

When all light is gone

And silence rings like the clarion bell

I know what I must do.

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