My eyes are wells.

That familiar sting

rises and falls exponentially.

I close the door

behind the one who makes

this heart sting;

this heart shake;

this heart sing.

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Stay.

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I stare at this phone

I will it to ring.

and descend to the floor.

My earlier whisper,

that earnest plea:

it floats above,

resonating foolishness.

“Stay…”

The word stings;

the word aches;

the word bleeds.

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Stay.

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No, this phone will not ring.

That familiar loneliness

weighs down, and sets in.

You will come again,

and love me,

leave again

and not call.

I’ll slump down

stinging in the center

pleading with your ghost

singing your name.

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Stay.