breathe the sadness that stitches your ribs together and choke

on the chances you missed


that's the end of it all

those forbidden thoughts, wishes---


'you could've done it'

made that choice and gratefully inhaled all the consequences,

along with the heady smoke laden with

planets and dreams and dissonance,

consonance a distant nightmare---


the ghost of a past touch


I was wrapped,

stunned with gentle grief,

in your arms for the last time


one more laugh

that final word of caution, filled with dead-weight meaning 

that tearing, ripping sense of foreboding...


the twinkling stars turn their eyes in shame as I call to them,



scream to the world 

help me 


help me say goodbye


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