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What would you do? How could a question so simple require a profoundly difficult answer? For one to sit in front of a window, to listlessly gaze into a galaxy they could not explore, did no good. Every day was the same. He would roll out of bed and stumble his way through the house. He grabbed at clothes and dragged the soles of his feet across the smooth hardwood, only to collect the debris of cat hair like a dust rug. He would run his hands through his hair until it bent to his will, no desire to grab a comb. In the kitchen, he would open a can of cat food and set it in the designated spot. Alone on a small patterned rug.  Not next to the

Fondness is not formed in absence Nor desire from the empty murmurs Which managed to infiltrate this space Intended to spite When my struggle was no more Energy seeped from my bones Leaving me hollow The game had run its course I have painted the walls crimson Pounding my heart against them Nothing Hands coated black, I have left a trail Dragged fingertips along each narrow corridor So you may find me Only then, shall  you know That my words may be beautiful Voice the sweetest nectar to drizzle from lips saturated in honey My mind is not I am a cage in search of a bird A mind that seeks a word Comatose in a bed of

There we stood Exactly as we began Separate rooms, alternate dimensions, The widest of veils between our backs Identical to when you found me Cage of ribs pried apart Heart splintered We should have ignored the messages Teased formation of an atom We, the dreamers, Dreaming as we do best Abandoning the broken hearted, Lying, Bleeding on the floor Shattered just a little more And even though I knew, Through admiration, Adoration, I could not prevent the sight of you: Grains of sand sifting  through the cracks of my fingers I refused to believe While you were softly coaxing my departure Leaving me to marvel a