Took it was my words
That have been the worst
It's hard to write with what
I've had to unsteal from you,
Letter by painstaking
Letter, rummaging through the
Offal that was.
Some days, I got entire
Sentences to free you from.
Sentences you were free of
Ran into each other,
Clinical clanging doesn't make up
For your absence.
We keep looking at empty
Spaces we think are better filled.
Words and music and haze and days
Try and take a you-shaped outline.
The edges remain jagged. They
Stick in my throat.
