the day you left
the day you left
the world still spun
precisely poised in orbit
and time.
no meteor shower or catastrophic event
molested the cosmic drab.
the day you left
we didn't make the headlines.
main street blistered and perked
with predictable insanity.
and I ached, stranded in that instant
knowing I would never breathe again.
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