the diamonds break
and tainted crystals rise above;
the fire’s companion—void—runs
to the point of us, today.
i quietly pray and keep going
without an answer.
here comes the afternoon
and here comes your hot coffee.
i place it on the table—the side’s
your favorite space—and leave the room.
i take a nap and wake up
with a missing dove inside me.
the night is cold and the winter is coming,
and i am hoping it is the reason why
i find your coffee, cold.
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