To You, 

I stretch across the bed 
The epitome of loneliness

I hold this kiss

With the last grasp

Of my last grip

If it slips 

So does my sanity 

From holding romantically

To holding in apathy 

We speak so casually 

Burying memories and mysteries

Divided acting as halves

And ignoring our missing peace 

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