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strangest moment [poem]

the thought of you
creeps up in the strangest moments
a memory of your smirk
slipping in between the folds of my laundry
you shadow so much of what I was
before it all came down
you have hooks in my bones so deep
my marrow aches at the sound of your name
and you never even loved me
with the way you’re seared into my psyche
I can only be glad you never touched my body
at least it remains an empty cup
to be refilled when I manage to find myself again


bookdragon, poet, witch

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