midnight in never-land

what’s the protocol for leaving behind forever?
I never thought I’d have to know.

within the comfort of your shadow my own grew bolder, 
eclipsing the light I once believed was mine alone.

I filled your vacant outline with stardust and loved what I saw,
but you were just the image of my own scattered, shivering soul.

I never learned your heartbeat,
I only heard the echo of my own in the leftover space.

in the moments I was quietest I learned the art of leaving,
the art of loving a not-quite-loneliness.

in the web of our closeness we built between us a beating heart!
but that heart beats outside of us now.

and us?
yeah. 

we have to go there, too.

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About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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