Such A Waste

Your hands reach
to touch again
Vaporous flesh greets
open palms

Puzzeld
I see your face
contortions of emotion
You lack
direction

Don’t question
the ghost of past
I’m not home
to answer

Find direction
and remove
yourself
from me

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