Fat Ninja

there’s something
sacred in the dull
ache of absence
a truth found in the lie
of your scent-laced
pillow at my side

a tragic beauty found
in the empty space
that lies next to me at night
and the hundred little deaths
that visit me in turning to that void

a deafening silence
ripples through my soul

each day since
our departing
further obscures
the delineation of
where I end
and you begin
a terrifying vulnerability
in the acknowledgement
of this vacuum
left in your stead
yet some consolation
found in the
all-consuming nullity
of my longing
reaffirms
the righteousness
of my own mad passion

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