Before We Go

I want you to know–
crow feathers, ghost stones,
all the residual energies
we share, still linger

in the inanimate surrounding
us. Twisted realities
telling us the past never
leaves, whether we want

it to thread us into silk
or leave us to unravel–
Not our choice. Creaking
tarnished floors, vibrate

with our breath, absorb
all the flaring between us,
can still feel. Small fleeting
pulses, I’m constantly waiting…

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