On a sheet facing me.

Luring in with your shape,

Blurring my dignity.

As I stare I can feel

Myself pulling in.

War is over before

It could even begin.

And I beg on my knees,

Crying tears of relief.

Like a poem my mind

You so willingly leave.

In a fog I am now,

Gently facing my bliss.

Your voice and your shape

I’ll so severely miss.

Daring you to come back

I ram my face with my fist,

Till my skin has gone black,

Till you’re gone with the mist .

I can’t hear you no more,

Nothing, even a whisper…!

And the sheet facing me

Bears no scar, but a blister.

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