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In the aftermath of our collision, I feel your presence linger. The notes of your voice sweep the air, Sink and settle, saturated. And the space that I occupy Becomes the space that you own And when I occupy that space You, in turn, occupy me. Until The stray shreds of you Get stuck between my teeth, and I can feel you hiding beneath my fingernails. I breathe you in and breathe you out, but I know your dust still coats my lungs. I’ve been coughing you up for months, now. The frequency of your voice and Your specific brand of inflection Sate my needs for a bit But The bits beneath my nails can’t make me laugh The pieces caught in my teeth never challenge me And I know, deep down, that there’s nothing I can do And the dust inside my lungs will not become you. But I’ll keep trying, and that won’t stop me I’ll keep trying and I’ll keep trying I’ll keep I’ll— —find the rest of you somewhere In the space between the sky and the horizon I’ll collect all the pieces until you’re here, beside me. Like I always knew you would be. For while I know that all these fragments Do not constitute a whole, When I feel them in my hands I know you’re real.