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wandering-writer-poet

4 years ago

I don’t love you anymore.

I don’t love you anymore,

But

There are days I wake up and I think I feel your arms around me

And my lungs

Ache like I haven’t taken in enough air.

There are days where I turn

with your name on my lips

And there is nothing there, only empty air,

Dust motes and smoke.

I don’t love you anymore,

but

It’s been so long since I was alone,

I’d forgotten the way loneliness tastes like regret

when you’ve drunk enough of it.

—y.c.