I miss you

And the tangibility diminishes, features, voices to a lip smack to a muted recording. I hold on to you, hold on to a blob … last sighted escaping into the soil at my feet. The Heys turn inward: Hi. Imaginary meet ups. Eyes swelling to escape true vision. Collapse, and endless fumble, fusion of salt and water soil bound and chasing the already gone.

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