stupid strands of sugar
all over the sill,
sad silences do still the air
where once you fell in
sheets -
sugar is melting all over,
sad, sad, sad silence.
there is sugar all over the air
and somehow it eliminates the
spaces -
between where you are
and where you are not,
but it is melting,
slowly disolving into clumps
and then into nothing,
all over the air where i stick
my tongue to see if you
are still here
but you are not.
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