it misses the way we used to sit
and breathe together
inhaling and exhaling
a hundred thousand times a night
some nights
more
full of life
full of love
pumping blood and vodka into our tickled cheeks
filling each moment with laughter and music
we danced
we fucked
we played card games
we fucked again
i felt your pulse
and you
were
my pulse
there was
a feeling of peace inside my chest
it seemed like something in the world was
finally right
like you were the first good thing that ever happened to me
and
the last
now
that was a long time ago
buried deep
and marked with a gravestone
but
this poor ol' corpse's heart
misses the way it
used to beat
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