before i twisted that blade in your spine;
before i lost that home in your heart;
before you finally walked away from me -
i knew.
reality finally bent to my mind's corruption
& all my doubts gave way to some chasm
where the good parts of us are lapsed.
we don't rest easy there
because from there -
i hear the mourning.
i fend off the ache
with spirits & smoke
& other familiar strangers.
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