I was loved
so tremendously
It became nothing
Collapsed on itself
Like a wormhole
I hope he remembers
how my hands
felt In his
How i licked my favorite spots
I hope he feels me at night
While he watches the moon from his truck
I hope I surface through the noise
He overdoses in
Amd he thinks of me
When he needs to stay calm
A lighthouse
An anchor
An eternal open palm
A widow at the window
Calling the lost sailor home
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