then we both abandon
our ways, to cross the path
on this road, which i hope
was never forsaken,
i hunt for your sign in
a midnight lulled to bones
that found its solace
in unrhyming and unraveling
fumbling through invented
words and fragmented thoughts
your name inked on my skin
like it is natural,
like it is to be expected,
like it has always been and it should be.
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