13.2. Alone

In my arms I long to hold you
but they clasp only emptiness and blankets.
It was seven years ago today, or it was only yesterday
when the failings of our lives took you away.
But after the pain and hate follows regret
and all I want is for you to return
in my arms, to hold.
We would kiss and forgive
and life will continue like it never happened.
I would rip the clothes from you and ride you,
straddled like a horse freed of its reigns,
but all my arms hold is emptiness,
and sheets streaked with tears.


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