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back burner…

when I die
you’ll mourn me

sit in a black funk;
wallow, flounder
in the big sucking hole
of grief smothering the reality
of your life without me

but here I am
heart still beating
skin still warm
breath wisping in,
wisping out

and still… you’ll wait til I’m gone
to miss me
Posted 05/27/14
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