if it were
as if i was one blind
deaf
for it is such
that if i hadn't you
it would be as if looking at a black rainbow
as if groping,
in the shadows
for i would not have my match stick
nor would i have my candle,
my guiding hand,
i would wander
as if one tormented
one,
alone.
swallowed by despair
drowned in sorrow
consumed by grief
submerged
by the tonnage of a life solitary
i am starve
famished
for i wish to swallow you whole
the scent of your hair
creates a hunger deep down
a hunger
inside me
i die of thirst
for i thirst
for the touch of lips
that give me life
the taste
your breath on my shoulder
the shine of your spheres
when the light from the brightest star
the pulse of a corpse
is all i feel in my chest
for i am hollow
in choked desolation
i watched you leave
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