I smoothed my hands over your face in the darkness. I don't want to forget the contours, I want to be able to reconstruct you.
(How could you be consoling me when I know you're in as much pain as I am?)
This morning you were gone, and it feels like someone switched off all the lights inside of me.
(Love scares me. Whatever am I going to do when you die?)
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