when pain was a constant companion
when you were miles away
blocking my fervent pleas
for talk
drifting across corridors
not noticing
typing in those stories
without regret, or a kind word
between pauses
bereft of feeling
give me those days
of rootlessness
of wishing you were there
and escaping the suicides
of thought
where did you go,
leaving only a broken-twig
want only in name
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