The illusionist
It seems strange
That you doubt
The validity of grief
Until I remember
All the times
I wept alone
In my house on my own
Laughing with you
Between weeping
Into a muted phone
When you left
My voice on the line
Was even
And strong
Like you leaving me
Didn’t feel like the world
Was wrong
And I didn’t,
And would never,
Belong
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