Aftertaste

i had been missing half of me
for weeks
can’t even remember what i was doing
only the painful aftertaste

back home
is just too far away now

in my ears
the loud humming of emptiness
then silence
before the physical separation

feeling every single fiber
become two

far away from me

i gripped my hands closed
and cried quietly at the edge of my mind
gripped my eyelids shut
as my soul became undone

thirsty, i curled into the space it left
the familiar aftertaste…
the familiar texture…

ghost limbs
faded names
weathered scents…

we promised the world to each other
but we could only give what we had

close your eyes…

…can you feel me?

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