This loss is heavy
It sits of my chest
Like an anvil
It clutches my shoulder
Like a loyal vulture
It haunts the rooms in my heart
Like a childhood toy
I can't quite remember
But can't forget
Your name echoes
Each time stabs like a dull dart
I've loved three men
Each worthy in their own skin
But they fought the connection
Make an exorcism forcing out sin
Bubbling to the surface
All the trauma attached from kin
Like anchors on our feet
We learned to dance
Despite the fins
Maneuvering over machinery
Leaping around the mess
And smiling through a storm
Became pleasing
It was when we stood
in the eye of it
Together
Face to face
That it became
Uneasy
When you would step up on the podium
And the mouth that would kiss me
So passionately
Stayed empty.
You had nothing to say
The script got tossed away
You retired from the play
moved on to the next project
And I sit in the empty auditorium
Examining the program
Waiting for a standing ovation
That never comes
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