The love that remains…

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if i had followed you

into that night of frosted stars

you could have taught me 

how to disappear.

the departed 

never have to feel 

their absence.

i want to be 

the void, like you

and not have to hear

the ghosts howling 

holding a voracious emptiness 

that makes knuckles screech into ash

a slow incineration

you will never know how 

the dust screams your name

how your silence 

pierces like thunder.

maybe ghosts are 

my own shattered questions 

echoing into a mirror 

that has no end.

sing me a song that vanishes

tell me what a haunting is

it is the love that remains.

it is the love that remains.