alone, out-breathing ghosts (this and
that of you,

your teeth, your eyes, the dint
of a sigh

expelling the hotness of your
sorrow), i try to discern

the circumference of streetlights
in endless

avenues, cool and slow and ready.
in the dark, alone, inhaling

skeletons (dead skin flakes,
my lungs shuddering to hold

the deteriorating memories
of you), the stars


The End

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