I have learned to
wear solitude quietly
an old quilt draped
over sharp shoulder blades
engulfed in threadbare
patches of memory
that I worry
with lonely fingertips
softly blurring seams
between amethyst
indigo
silver
I straddle the scissor edge
between missing you
and loving you still
aware that either way
I bleed

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