The Smoke in the Room

It hangs around you. Thick. Unmoving.

Let it stay there. In your arms. Through your hair. On your lips. Inside you.
Everywhere … Where I should be.

I can not breathe. My breath will push it away. Beyond you.

I hear it. Your heartbeat. I can sense swirls around the skin of your chest.

I can not touch you.

Breathe again.
I can not see you.

I want my skin to feel what just felt you.

Let it consume me.

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