Adrienne
Older now, survived some semi-holocaust of our
own
that leaves no kisses on the air.
Only anxiety awaits, hard g’s on the mainframe.
I watch the way you have gone
only amber light shielding you in the night.
Every atom urges me on, I cannot urge like this
I cannot hurt like this alone.
But, cannot speak, nor spin.
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