linger

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I linger in thought,

at empty train stations.

Picture intimate spaces.

Allow room for meditation.

She’s lost her mind again.

Love never resulting -

only false disillusionment.

Lock these feelings in a box,

swallow the key

and these thoughts.

Hold myself in solitary,

pray away

your good qualities.

A single table.

A single chair.

Stare at the wall.

She talks back

commiserates -

my destruction,

my isolation,

my desire.

To dwell in spaces,

only meant for

destitution.

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Petals & Teeth