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 Jan 2021 ZenOfferings
Grey
Goodbye
 Jan 2021 ZenOfferings
Grey
It wasn’t “I love you”
but at least it was goodbye.
1/19/2021
 Apr 2020 ZenOfferings
Onoma
It's like holding

on to a poem you

couldn't memorize,

while your phone's

battery went dead.

finding a pen in an

odd pocket of your

school bag.

to write your palm

into being, at the back

of a half-quarantined

bus.

to forget about the poem

by force of poems that rubbed

it out.

holding on to things.
It feels like parts of you are slipping through my grasp,
and all I can hold onto is a vague fog,
deepening around me.
I wake up, your touch on my skin, your name coming through my stuttered breaths.
And I don’t really know if it hurts less, or it just hurts differently.
So honey, can you please come back to me?
Beautifully
Breathlessly
Dangerously
  Y o u.
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