I feel like burn victims feel
ghost pains
we've removed the lesion but it's still there
sedative season
freshly painted walls surrounded surrounded surrounding
sounding like echo verbs
sounds like
put the clasped hand to your ear and tell me if you still hear
my voice
my touch to the small of your back, up along your spine
graft my memories of you onto another
emergency room love
I'm just concentrating on
you not existing anymore
every piece of me in my room no longer knows your name
