Sometimes, I still Miss You
10 Years At Ease

sneaking into oblivion and other arbitrary choices I have not made

Night
by kreene

[ Sam Phillips - How to Quit ]

The terms of this isolation are unclear
without a mistress or a muse to report to.
I’m close to the atmosphere of your memories,
within dancing distance away from severe longing
and other engineered heartaches.
We’ll be closer as soon as you decipher my quarantine.
My heart is not a pacifist, but I sure try.

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