You are gone
and I lie here probing at it

at the fact of it
like a tongue
probes a hole in a tooth.

It aches but it wants to be
ached and there is no way
to dissuade it.

There is no way to dissuade you.
I chase sleep away by carving
you into the back of my teeth,
over and over and over,

in words never said, substitutes
for “Goodbye” that would never
have anchored you here.

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