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i write through words of you the darkest parts of where i still feel the shadows of night like crisp mornings against my skin the coldness the pull the way the wind speaks our names softer than the feeling it leaves whe…

i rake the leaves of what we had stuck between paragraphs of what we could have been the sentences we started and the words we somehow left between them i find myself here by where i sit watching the mountains move in t…

i find that we wade in our silences for far too long a moment where everything blurs like pauses between train tracks with trains still coming and the stations passing by each year i feel you reeling all this time like …

i find myself here by where we left it the wind on my skin the scent of the evening the melancholy feeling of something so empty yet somehow so fulfilling i find time in this in the way i made this the way i wanted it t…

i find that time sits quietly in the corners where we leave it inside the silence we used to call night where sound drifts softly through the house like children running barefoot through warm sand laughing before they r…

i’m fading into not what you think not disappearing becoming the light slowly consumes every piece of what was left until memory softens at the edges i find my doubts inside the closet where your clothes once hung now i…

i find my way through pieces of where we were through memories of everything we said and everything we left behind between breaths between pauses between the words we never finished and i speak in transitions because ma…

i tango in this this place i still call mine a dance inside the mist the fog carried by the wind i always knew you somehow like knowing how many fingers you held behind your back before you ever showed me i make my way …

in this night i feel so far from where we began i become inside this feeling trying to understand what this really was i make time for it to feel it to touch it to bless it with the lips that once trembled through late-…

in an oasis of tragedy behind the bars of what i call this i hold myself quietly inside chambers built from old fears rooms i visit more often than i should i feel the elevator hum the slow descent through numbered floo…