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i sit on the bed
and stare at you.

there are stars in the sky tonight,
but darkness
consumes the room.

i listen while you talk in your sleep.

i still feel alone

but that’s my fault

                              i know.

you said you needed space
but space to me is just more time
for you to realize

you don’t feel
that way you used to feel.

like the shadows on the floor, I creep closer.



seeking an answer
to the question
burning holes in my chest:

how close is
too close?

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