Share This Loss

Rocks.
In my throat.
When I read
a loss
like mine.
That missing
that doesn’t ease,
that agony
of losing
the tangibility
of a person,
his scent,
his laugh,
the way he mumbles
into my ear
when he’s had
too much
to drink.
When someone else
reaches into the gloom
for hands
now made
of smoke
and these shadows
refract against
the solitude,
I am not alone
in this.

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