Written by m ennenbach

afterimage

death is a park bench
on another muggy morning
as the sky erupts
with the fire
in your eyes

all that is left
of me
is a puddle of regret
congealing in the frigid wind
of your absence

you:above hiroshima
me:the crater after

we both know
how that feels
you freefalling
me going about my day
then light flashes

i feel as if
all i can ever be
is the afterimage
in the wake
of your smile

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