The lightbulb shrieks at me
inconsolable that you’re
not here
-lightweight.
The room goes dark, save
for your memory;
smoking in my armchair.
Am I cursed to always
be around the distracted?
never a time to shine
and dance around my room
(boysenberry lips, sleeved heart)
always hoping,
dark eyes overlooked
featherweight.
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