gone
where is it?
my fingers curl around where it should be
palms dripping with sweat, red and shaking
it belongs there
so where is it?
i know everything about it
every break in its gentle light
every wrinkle on it's soft face
every tear on it's kind cheeks
where is it?
what have i become that i have lost it?
that i am reduced to shivering rubble without its comforting grip?
where is it?
and where are you, to extend it to me?
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