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Paul Idiaghe
Poems
Aug 2021
Heartroom
The furniture here: a space
aching to wear your texture
once again. By night
it is my griefβan ambush
of ghosts. What grace
shall I turn to? Behind
every sacred canvas
on this wall I have traced
out your face. The
webbing of these cracks
I keep neglecting
so I can gather a living
symbol of what spiraled
between my wants
& your wading away from me.
There is nowhere to move onto.
I have sealed the door
to the stairwell of my spine;
my body a basement
brimming with aloneness.
There is only this ribbed
window through which I stare
at a larger window stained
with the moving trace of you.
#loneliness #heartbreak #love
Written by
Paul Idiaghe
18/M/USA
(18/M/USA)
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