a cold absence

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is there a word for the absence i feel?

deeper than any known depth

heavier than any imaginable mass

it's in my blood

in my bones

it is me

from the wings of my lashes

to the tips of my toes

i am full of it

the lack of

YOU

the sheets are cold at midnight

and my hand empty on walks

one coffee

one cup

only the sounds of one person breathing

how could it be?

how impossibly painful is it

to miss someone

the love of your life

the second half of your soul

how is it possible?

when you haven't even met them yet

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