Silence between us
sounds like prayers made for a reunion,
like poems written in the darkness
but you don’t return.
The time is marked
on the morse code of my muscles,
the melanin therein has been completely replaced which is to say
my skin is forgetting you
and my neurons won’t remember much longer.
There are only so many prayers
a poet can make
before they turn into pleas
wrenched from my heart
and only so many poems
a sinner can write
before the distance
becomes a metaphor for you.

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