Black Lung
We were lovers
We were friends
We were means to a lesser dividend.
roses have dried/
the vibrant glow of the moon has faded/
your smile like blood
spattered on the canvas
has crawled to the edge of my skin
and smeared.
And you-
Silence. Void.
more silence and less void.
A stranger with a familiar tone
dressed in someone else’s clothes.
My heart doesn't skip a beat for you-
It just hesitates.
Maybe it disintegrates
Inhaled and nesting in the black lung
of a breath held waiting to sigh.
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