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when the moon goes
leaves a trail of cold
the sky is frosty with clouds
until the dew falls.
and if you walk away you cause me
a burning delusion
burning the soul without pause
because your absence is my martyrdom.
all my faith disarms
like shards of glass
an alarm sounds in my chest
announcing an imbalance in my world.
because I have noticed that if you miss me
my dreams wake up lost
and the heart often jumps
to pronounce your name on every beat ...
Nice poem 💚💚 keep it up 💚