A Word from the Restless

Last night I ran
home to your ghost,
embraced it with my arms open
begged it to stay
‘You belong here,
give into me, we might as well
break here darling’.

You felt so warm,
I forgot you had gone, crash
landing, hopeless.
The rush of it
had me lost in the ignorance
we spread often,
not caring for
the consequences we have sewn.

– Alex W. (First draft)

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