Tonight I contemplated writing your death song
you know the one that pours out from some primordial place in my throat
all bawling salty sting and spittle
all heartbreak, center shaking, inconsolable
lost between the nothingness of wanting to be numb
and the nothingness of bleeding void
lost between hoping for relief, unsure that time can fill such vacancies
and with anger that time would dare try
if there are words, I am sure "no" will be featured prominently
as will that one word question.
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