Deep within your heart
there is a well
cold water pressed against stone
your bones move above it
as you walk away
I hear your name drip
into that dark
and vanish like smoke
a hand reaches down
and finds only wet shadows
a memory half-sunken
a promise turned muddy
you cough it up sometimes
petals, blood, rain
I cannot tell the difference
but I can trace them
with my lips
with my fingers
with my quiet
and I linger there
at the edge
because even your absence
is a thing I want to hold
then the light folds
the sound folds
the heart foldsβ
and all thatβs left
is the well
breathing softly
under my own skin
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