Gone

By Damon Dixon

my love where have you gone? Your gentlest word, kindest touch would waken my days fulfill my nights. long times made short by fateful disease.

Remember when we played touching games till dawn? When we planned our lives path? Who is to blame? I am, in my shame. My answers were truebut not false either, merely lone perspective. Where art thou my love? I can't reach you. Through bone and flesh you are as you are. I can't reach you. Would that I could.

Will you read my letters? A prayer from the lost. I would help if I could. So I sit angry and impotent. So I stay. You won't talk to me. You merely glare and spout obscenities. Words hurt. Phrases kill. Left my only recourse, I despise. The thing that rots your mind. That which causes us to decay. Doctors can't find the problem. I know what it is. I pray for something to happen one way or another. It never does. Prayers to a dead god always go unanswered. I should know better. I won't leave, though my heart fled long ago. I am here. I am always here.

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