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never felt lonelier then

the chilly emptiness
quietly and
despairingly
protesting your absence.

turbulent jealousy has calmed
and in its place a silent numbness that
aches
like an eternal bruise whenever I press
against the chilly emptiness

and I
quietly and
despairingly
protest your absence

in vain, of course, for his cheeks are warm
with your breath, and mine only has the company
of a few
lonely
dewdrops that perhaps are my tears