titles are meaningless like everything else

i feel your
absence
so strongly
some days
it is as if
a piece of
my broken
has dislodged
itself from
my heart and
technicolor
floods my
chest cavity
grown from
the saccharine
my empty mind
pumps all day

an amateur
astronaut
performing a
space walk
untethered
to the vessel
ill prepared
to do anything
but float
in the vacuum
where you
once lived

i wonder
as i wander
farther from
the blue speck
filled with
all the places
you never saw
at the absurdity
even as i
dream of home

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