Close, like these four walls leaving my tongue tasting white.
I see you in deep hues of fiery yellows and brilliant orange,
shadows that leave me midnight cold and crispy blue.
Burning, our sanctuary smelled so safe before the smoke,
like the wood in our house, their house, when it was new.
I see you, in photographs, living just right,
I just know you're laughing at me, as you feign love electronically.
I will mail my pleas, because it’s what I always do.
That is how we love now.
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