Where did she go,
her breath like melted chocolate
bittersweet
beckoning that flurry
of words to become
tangible emotion
how does noise create
apathy within this ballpoint
that blur of pulsing
bodies moves still
but I am still
and she is here
guilting me away from
bad habits
from coffee shops and
cookies
and she's silent when
all I hear is noise
carelessness, decay and
Hope
and she cannot leave me alone
again.
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