love


They say if a writer
falls in love with you
you live forever.

Well shame on me
for keeping your blood
flowing from my pen
into your veins;
for allowing your lungs to fill
and steal my breath.

This conjuring through
graphite and paper
keeps you alive,
with me,
long after you’ve left.

each word
resurrecting you
to destroy me
all over again.

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