poems for the undead.

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we were unfinished business
scraping our legs across the grass and
crouching in silence along the edge of
what could be and what will never happen.3

i met the air and clasped it between my palms,
the sound was silence, the time was then.4

you crowded me in and escaped with my soul,
leaving me in the quiet.5

the dusk fled and i shuddered,
my empty self shriveled and was hollow,
yet somehow i could still feel you beating,
even below all the noise.6

i said goodbye through my pupils and let go,
the sound was infinite, the time was now.7


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the break9


i am sitting and watching the sun, rise up to meet me.
my knees are shaking with the wind and my hair is
slipping in and out of the corners of my mouth but i
do not mind.10

it is still early, and so it is okay to be alive,
it is okay to shuffle about my thoughts,
and it is okay to miss you.