My body has a whole language
that speaks poetry of missing you.
My empty hands, my parting lips.
The spaces between my fingers
ache at the loss of yours. This
is the language
I have no words for. This is just
skin and absence. An open window
and empty bed, a messy kitchen table
and half filled mugs.

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