Probing the idea of you
the tongue tip of my mind traces
your borders, elevations
the salinity of your essence

the rough gravel of the voice I’ll never hear
the magnetic north I’ll never reach
the bitter aftertaste of absence

the cavity in my brain
huge and hurtful, ever present
the land I cannot traverse
the tooth I cannot pull.

#nightpoetry


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3 responses to “#nightpoetry”

  1. ‘the bitter aftertaste of absence’

    Great line. So glad your ‘absent’ posts returned!! xx

  2. Lovely- painful yet understated ~ a strong gentle

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