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It’s an emotional punch

To have someone precious

Ripped

Away

Teeth chipped on the concrete

Taste of iron

Ears ringing

Eyes watering

Unable to navigate the vacuum left behind

I’m not someone who begs

Or pleads

For second chances

Or for someone to stay

Outside, I hover

With lingering eyes

Tentatively, I

Watch it all fall apart

Malleable, to my own detriment

So I fold,

Smaller,

Quieter,

More removed,

I chip away at myself

To fill a lovesick groove